This is the dirt that grows, the misery that you suck upon
Oh come to Bedlam, you will find a fist to fuck upon
This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom

Oh silence I can hear you
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope

Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you

And from your bitter string I suck upon all your bitter lies
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere I can hide