DIE ALONE

How many days have you cried alone in bed?
Where sick and twisted fuckin' thoughts arouse your
In your head?
How many days did you cry?
When you're alone?
While sick and twisted fuckin' thoughts surround you
In your home?

Sick

I penetrate you and I eat your soul
Every time you lie awake in bed
Fuck that; it's six feet too low
It is I who comes inside you
With every bite of food I eat
It is I who takes that bite
It's from your soul
So sick and it tastes so...
Sweet

I penetrate you and I eat your soul
Every time you lie awake in bed
Fuck that; it's six feet too low
It is I who comes inside you
Wretched piece of meat
It is I who takes that bite
It's from your soul
So sick and it tastes so...
Sweet...