Got to be buried
Right up to the knee
No knife in your pocket
No trick up your sleeve

Keeping my hair done
Until I'm replaced
Back in the playpen
With drool on my face

Facing off figuring
I'm gonna quit this scene
Though you think it's a scream
Nothing is seen
And I'll never be seen

See you later

Got to be buried
Right up to the knee
No one can run
And no one concedes

Blood smells like November
Bones splinter and crack
A duel to the death
As the forest turns black

Falling off of the screen
I'm gonna quit this scene
Though you think it's a scream
Nothing is seen
And I'll never be seen

See you later

I'm gonna quit this scene
Though you think it's a scream
Nothing is seen
And I'll never be seen

See you later