Grave Robber:
I'm so close to the edge. I can feel myself slipping away. You talk about death so much. It makes me want to paint the walls in your blood.
Cemetery Baby:
I'm so close to the edge. I can feel myself slipping away. I talk about death so much, but instead I want to paint the walls in my blood.
Both:
I want to paint the walls in crimson. That beauty filled color that comes from me and not you.
I wanna paint the walls (x2)
Grave Robber:
I'm so close to the edge. I can feel myself slipping away. You talk so much it just makes me want to explode.
Cemetery Baby:
I'm so close to the edge. I can feel myself slipping away. I tried and tried to reach out for a hand, but that hand just keeps pushing me further away.
Both:
I want to paint the walls in crimson. That beauty filled color that comes from pulling the trigger.
I wanna paint the walls (x2)
Grave Robber:
I'm so close to the edge, please help me now!
Cemetery Baby:
I've asked for help but you just pushed me away!
Grave Robber:
I wanna paint the walls in crimson.
Cemetery Baby:
That beauty filled color that comes from pulling the trigger.
Both:
I'm slipping away! Don't walk away! I just want to paint the walls!
Grave Robber:
Just let me
Cemetery Baby:
Paint your walls....
Both:
In blood....
