Goth Goyle
F*ck
Scratch the coffin walls for all the days I've spent inside
Made a mark for every single day I've gone without a life
In the stiffness of death I'm still creeping through the night
In the stiffness of death I'm still creeping through the night
Portrait of my pain hanging in castles
I'll hold it for life, it kills me slowly
Painted with blood from the death blow
I'm drawing with my knife, the sight unholy
Scratch the coffin walls for all the days I've spent inside
Made a mark for every single day I've gone without a life
In the stiffness of death I'm still creeping through the night
In the stiffness of death I'm still creeping through the night