(Five)
(Four)
(Three)
(Two)
(One) Ay, yo!
Spinnin', turnin' in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Oh yah, oh yah
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Mur-der slee-ping
Oh yah, oh yah
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
Spinnin', turnin' in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Oh yah, oh yah
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Mur-der slee-ping
Oh yah, oh yah
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringin', fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
(Walking dead man)
(Limping from my mama's kitchen)
(Drinking wormwood)
(Free from my mental prison)
(Bloody red hands)
(Dripping on my mama's linens)
(Lord, it feels good)
(All these beetles in my prism) ay, ay, ay, ay
Walking dead man
I never had sight, I was blind to begin with
We drinking wormwood
Paradise, my mind is sickened
Bloody red hands
I was born once again in a vision
Tell me I did good
Gonna carry out the wishes of my own decrepit premonitions
All night covered eyes
I know no right
Come and hide outside
My sight-sight is flooded with the moonlight
Eating with his mind untied
Blackened vomit with the tide (oh yeah, you know you can trust me)
I can promise you the lie
Seeping out, burning the edges
Your tongue has been tied
Crucify my chemical red flesh mind
I will never kill myself
I will never fucking die
Spinnin', turnin' in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Oh yah, oh yah
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Mur-der slee-ping
Oh yah, oh yah
Black out, waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
(Yeah!)