Hearse

Torn out of your grave deprived of your eternal sleep I'm anxious to steal if for your corpse I want to keep Your journey for Elysium I stopped before in begun Sent through dimensions for me your flesh and soul For you none I attract misery like a light attacks moths I need you all dead I get off funerals Ghostfaced assassin invisible for eye and ear In life and in death I got you in a chokehold Of fear When I have killed you I let you hide in death awhile After you all dead I get off on funerals Come with me now and I'll open you eyes Killing for me is a pleasure not even found In paradise A blessing for the wicked A chalice for the cursed