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