you're bent over the grand piano   feel my eyes slide over you   legs that curve the same as hers    could run as quickly too   my lazy tongue lies low and ready   it cannot seem to speak its words   i'd axe it off to shut me up    but you've already heard    the murders have occurred      the path into this heart    is littered with corpses    and strewn with body parts    of those who came before   and of stronger souls than you.   so just give up      so take me where they cannot see us    and lay me down on coffin rich dirt   tonight, i am a transylvanian   a taste of you won't hurt   cause i am numb to every feeling   stubborn ears will hear no sound   my last few rounds have left me reeling   my teeth are on the ground    i've taken pound for pound      so child   don't go    getting your    hopes up