From The Shallows Icebox
I'll be your gravedigger
And then I will cut you
Ready set go
Decapitated corpse
A horrid shade of red
I found her head in the icebox
Perfectly preserved
Save yourself
Your tightly wound skin
Will beg for these fantasies
Open wide to consume these fantasies
The deeper The bite
The better The taste
Save yourself
Or you'll all suffocate
The end is near
I'll break into you
With every scream and cry
I become you
