Six Feet Under 13
Thirteen pieces of your fate
Thirteen dead that will awake
Dying slowly, closer, closer
Thirteen pieces of my mind
Thirteen pieces of my mind
Thirteen bullets in your side
Dying slowly, closer, closer
Thirteen stab wounds to your head
Thirteen dead and thirteen rotten
And now that old wounds have clotted
The terror that you felt,
Will be the last thing that you feel
Thirteen rot over ten years decayed
Thirteen bodies will be left unburied
The terror that you felt,
Will be the last thing that you feel
Thirtenn broken scabbed and torn
Thirteen victims not yet born
Dying slowly, closer, closer
Thirtenn pieces of my mind
Thirteen rot over ten years decayed
Thirteen bodies will be left unburied
Thirteen dead that will awake
Thirteen pieces of your fate
Thirteen bullets in your side
Thirteen stab wounds to your head
Thirteen broken scabbed and torn
Thirteen victims not yet born
