We just want your drugged out, dug out, filthy fucking corpse
Scum fucked with dumptrucks in the back of a fucking hearse
Wrecked off of bitch witches, that twitch and give us a curse
Now we're death stitched junkies taking bodies
when when we burst

With beetle needles
In your skin
Such a feeble
Little sin
Beetle needles
Making you grin
Let your brand new
Death begin

Just give us a chance to show you our funny fancy trance
A death dance with the junkies and the army of devil ants
You will fiend in your dreams, and life no longer has a stance
We'll fuck you up with the drug to make you piss your pants

The needles breaking the skin
And injecting the sin
Let your death begin

Concoction of concussions and I'm confused of all cautions
So wheather or not I'm coughing from the dust of this empty coffin
I'll continue constant chaos in this world I'm caught in
Creepy killing crawling corpses claiming whats in my caldron