作曲 : Watts
This is the dirt that grows the misery that you suck upon 
Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to fuck upon 
This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon 
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom *
Oh silence 
I can hear you 
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope **
Serial killer thriller 
Sinsation 
Serial killer thriller 
Sinsation 
Serial killer thriller 
Sinsation 
Serial killer thriller 
Just for you 
And from your bitter string 
I suck upon all your bitter lies 
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife 
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again 
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again 
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes 
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere 
I can hide *&**
Repeat *&**
Repeat