Spit it out Spit it out Spit it out The greatest trick the devil ever pulled Was convincing the world he didn't exist Ignorance was amiss, blind pupils turned Etched onto his short-list Bagged occultist For better or worse Stack her curse, stack her curse Towing the rotten hearse One two three four, reaper ashore Skeleton key, scythe and oar One two three four, don't lock your door He's already inside, your flesh his moor Ego's intellect met its' match, narcissistic For better, for worse Stacking his curse Reciting a rotten verse Sever the spine Sever the spine Poltergeist has his vice, addicted to dice Sever the spine Ex mortis undying to support this Sever the spine Bagged occultist Sever the spine Bagged occultist Sad but true, pale skin turned blue One two three four, reaper ashore Skeleton's key, scythe and oar It's always sad, you know it's sad but true Sever the spine Poltergeist has his vice, addicted to dice Sever the spine Ex mortis, I'm dying to support this You know it's sad but true You know it's sad but true You know it's sad but true Spit it out