D.M.F.

<br>I`m hanging out in grave-yards <br>The smell of flowers in the air <br>All my best friends are corpses <br>But they don`t seem to care <br>There`s rotting skin hangin from my head <br>I won`t listen to what`s been said <br>A muddy coffin for my bed <br>I`m livin life wishin I was dead <br>I`m f*cking dead <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker <br>The sun has fallen form the sky <br>And it`s curied in the grownd <br>The devils are dancin <br>Emptiness is everywhere to be found <br>IжЉ¦ f*ckin found <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker <br>Turnin into a dead motherf*cker