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(Five) (Four) (Three) (Two) (One) Ay, yo! Spinnin', turnin' in my grave I hear the church bells ring Oh yah, oh yah Demons singing, rolling back the eyes Mur-der slee-ping Oh yah, oh yah Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion Shook to the core from what I witnessed But I never had a chance to make it with the living Spinnin', turnin' in my grave I hear the church bells ring Oh yah, oh yah Demons singing, rolling back the eyes Mur-der slee-ping Oh yah, oh yah Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing Ears ringin', fiend of the shadow legion Shook to the core from what I witnessed But I never had a chance to make it with the living (Walking dead man) (Limping from my mama's kitchen) (Drinking wormwood) (Free from my mental prison) (Bloody red hands) (Dripping on my mama's linens) (Lord, it feels good) (All these beetles in my prism) ay, ay, ay, ay Walking dead man I never had sight, I was blind to begin with We drinking wormwood Paradise, my mind is sickened Bloody red hands I was born once again in a vision Tell me I did good Gonna carry out the wishes of my own decrepit premonitions All night covered eyes I know no right Come and hide outside My sight-sight is flooded with the moonlight Eating with his mind untied Blackened vomit with the tide (oh yeah, you know you can trust me) I can promise you the lie Seeping out, burning the edges Your tongue has been tied Crucify my chemical red flesh mind I will never kill myself I will never fucking die Spinnin', turnin' in my grave I hear the church bells ring Oh yah, oh yah Demons singing, rolling back the eyes Mur-der slee-ping Oh yah, oh yah Black out, waking up with thoughts missing Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion Shook to the core from what I witnessed But I never had a chance to make it with the living (Yeah!)