I don't need no gaping grave Once deceased, cast me out to sea On a great black ship I'll hope to reach The north pole Let my skin crack Why do you crave a gapping grave Why do you lust for eternal solitude I want to join Can we do this? Why do you crave a gapping grave And disregard the pleasures Of life? Why do you lust? To be crushed, by deaths icy hands Deaths icy hands