Creep in the fog with the reaper in my pocket,
Dead Body Man 3—still chillin’ in the closet.
Ouija & Eric, we splatter in technicolor,
Turn your drip to a river, now the gutter’s getting fuller.
Lean in the chalice, ashes in the chalice,
Got ghosts in the speaker, make the bass beat malice.
No pulse on the tempo, just ticks from the blade,
Left a rose on the corpse and a chorus in the grave.