You better die...
You better die...
So... you try to welcome the night...
But the darker it gets, you go hide...
And the devil comes for a bite... you better die...
And now you've crushed your guts in that crown...
King of the cemetery prom...
Claiming back your life... you better die...
You better die...
You better die...
So... come down from your blackened sun...
You're six feet underground,
Knives don't make a sound... You better die...
You're losing your breath now...
I know, the devil loves your skin and bones...
And now you're all alone... you better die...
