Deathful

[Intro]

Another missing

[Verse 1: Doseone]

Number in the jungle

Turned up with nothing but a loincloth to protect your tender penis from what's danger in the wildlife

Hushing your blood to hear a grass blade break

Beneath live them fang, where the edible are thread

A clump of thieves' teeth are hung, strung around your neck

Book of matches in your left hand. Something sharp in your right

Fact: When one first arms themselves to kill, they will be lucky to fall, even the old or the ill

And while the killing will grow easy, it will never grow less complicated

Why, what kind of killer are you?

Did you dig through its death unflinchingly?

Or did you just shut your breath and survive?

What kind of killer are you? Did you decide?

You'd rather starve than go on taking this day?

Does a bachelor's degree arm one as it guts its prey?

Did you still feel deathful?

[Chorus: Doseone]

When one first harms themselves to kill

They will be lucky to fall, even the old or the ill

When one first harms themselves to kill