Come down for a minute
touch the grass on the other side
meet the devil who is your host
Strike down what you believe in
get it done with a gun
when I'm in hell you can talk to my ghost.
Reach out for what is nothing
the grass is red just for a while
reason burns behind the wall.
It will pass in a minute
eggs will hatch inside your head
Your little feeble body soon will crawl.
Can you feel it itch
can you feeil it so divine
When blood is p***g down your spine.
There's no turning back
your infected blood will boil
cuz you walked on rotten soil.
It's hard to take a stand but
it's harder to take a fall
open the lid of your own casket