I can feel it clicking around at the back of my mind I don't wanna' know anymore But you consistently rub in how dead flowers fail Why don't you crawl back into your hole Hang paintings of dead bodies all over the walls Make friends with the spiders who cry within their souls Shouting again They're shouting again Will you put your hand around my neck when you can hear Lucifer singing songs again Maybe it's the love I never had (Maybe I was meant to be alone) Glutinous person from hell I bet I'll go to hell Glutinous person from hell I bet I'll go to hell