i dig my way through the dirt and the undertones
i got no morbid fascination
i'm a slave every god damn minute til you're done
you think you're burning me out
cause you're playing with fire for a pocket full
crawling out through the smoke
it's like murder she wrote
i'm addicted to vengeance
pulling moths into flames
i'll wait to burn this party down
your pockets might be swelling but my teeth sink deeper
just when you think you're in heaven
i'll be coming with the reaper
i dig my way through the dirt and the undertones
i'll sit in silence while you dig your grave
your days are numbered they belong to me
i'll sit in silence while you dig your grave
your days are numbered they belong to me