the morgue cold and dead into the morgue cold and dead as the blade turns as the soul burns as the blade turns withing the wound as the blade turns
cold and dead into the morgue cold and dead As the blade turns as the soul burns as the blade turns within the wound As the blade turns
more And all that's left is what you'll bury Worms now crawl in me Crawling in my bones They're the best friends And they enjoy my company Six feet under
