leading not following
acting not holding
life, oh miserable life
lunar it is, cold it is
delivers morbid woe of antilife

the art of gloom, the art of doom
giant it is, a giant it is
the airless darkness
it's yours to hold
forever more

dissever my skin from the bone
hold my blood in your hands
these knives slice wherever they fell
tunes of insanity shall echo through eternity

old fashioned moreal entombed
show the world we're eating shit
swimming in a pissifilled pit
sucking their tits
singing sinatra
cutting our wrists
these tunes of insanity shall echo through eternity
do you follow