I'm hanging out in grave-yards The smell of flowers in the air All my best friends are corpses But they don't seem to care There's rotting skin hangin from my head I won't listen to what's been said A muddy coffin for my bed I'm livin life wishin I was dead I'm f*cking dead Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker The sun has fallen form the sky And it's curied in the grownd The devils are dancin Emptiness is everywhere to be found F*ckin found Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker.