D.M.F.

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

I 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