Gravedigger likes taking long walks, looking through windows
Tuning in on long talks, stalking young widows
Urban legend says he catches blushing girls
Ties them to train tracks and pulls on their curls
Gravedigger has dark shadows right beneath his eyes
Flesh like rotting fruit, a stare to cauterize
If you catch his grin, oh boy you better hide
He might just steal your soul, amongst the other that he hides
Gravedigger hears screams in throws of his pleasures
Emotion that he feels, it's as though it's tethered
There's beauty in bodies and he's one to seek fun
Only thing he likes more than beating hearts is burying the still ones
Her eyes searched the darkness
Like hope could be found
She didn't even try to shout
The train came barreling down
She said she was an artist
Like that would halt the process
Best thing about this part is
Soon they'll all be departed
A little faster
A little faster
The train came faster
Gravedigger likes taking long walks, looking through windows
Tuning in on long talks, stalking young widows