Abandon All Hope

Roguish sneer
South of the dead cold starling eyes
Awaits funeral piles
But sweet little match-seller rides devil right now

Funny allegories
The simple way to see for blind
Let the devil rape an angel
The words lie among lies

As the swarm of moths
Let's fly drunk straight into the bulb
At the final gate
We will puke at the reaper's foot

We are born to waste
We are born to waste
Abandon all hope

We are born to waste
We're born dead into this world
We are born to waste your dreams
Abandon all hope

A grim reverend beggars
Let's play the curling with their heads
Sport is a health
We aren't born to wear the hamps

Rut you in the darkness
Think there is the light elsewhere
Produce crippled morons