Don't give into astonishment
As we all cook like a cornish hen
I get the looks they adore me, man
They congregate for the reverend
In the presence malevolent
In the mud with the best of them
Move at night with the revenants
And guard the gate with a Cerberus
Cause you are Mine to Kill
Your soul is Mine to steal
Hearts like tin, costume bracelets
It's just never enough, is it?
You just ask where the shovel is
I look away and you push me in