Crossing off my enemies. By candle light, the violence has a certain romance to it so, it keeps me warm. And when your friends closest to you, won't stand beside you cause they know better than to stick out their necks for a worthless piece of shit. I'll gladly go to my grave with a shit eating grin on my face. They'll see me at my end, with your shit eating heart in my hand. You're awful, you're gonna die alone. I sat and smoked, you dug for gold with the lonely hearts and the lonely souls your parents turning in their graves now I'm sailing away. I'll gladly go to my grave with a shit eating grin on my face. They'll see me at my end, with your shit eating heart in my hand. You're awful. I'll gladly go to my grave with a shit eating grin on my face. They'll see me at my end, with your shit eating heart in my hand. You're awful, you're gonna die tonight.