I'm hanging out in grave-yards    The smell of flowers in the air    All my best friends are corpses    But they don't seem to care    There's rotting skin hangin from my head    I won't listen to what's been said    A muddy coffin for my bed    I'm livin life wishin I was dead    I'm f*cking dead    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker    The sun has fallen form the sky    And it's curied in the grownd    The devils are dancin    Emptiness is everywhere to be found    I抦 f*ckin found    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker    Turnin into a dead motherf*cker