Cobwebs

[Verse 1] Plenty, of your little eyeballs Swirling, over and around you're Squirming, underneath his sharpened blade Each one, stuffed into his velvet Fleshy, hoses of the helpless Flooding, up his little bag of red Severed head [Verse 2] Rolling, down the inclinations Opening, tunnels of creation Fiery, glowing of the mouth inside Purified [Chorus] What would he need with the skulls of the filthy? Making his altar with flesh from their empty souls Turning your dreams into liquids of potions Ashes, they burn like the foggiest notions [Post-Chorus] Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna, gonna die [Verse 3] Cobwebs, hanging from the next life Upward, reaching for a white light Only, to be shown an evil red Extinguish, all you little people A wish, only for the meat to Burn quick, so he can destroy your minds Dissolving time [Chorus] What would he need with the skulls of the filthy? Making his altar with flesh from your empty souls Turning your dreams into liquids of potions Ashes, they burn like the foggiest notions [Outro] Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna die, yeah Bah, bah, bah, bah You're gonna, gonna die