A group of children playing outside
In my van I offered them a ride
To the woods where I played with them
I dig a hole to bury their rests
They never die
They came to me last night
They never die
Their empty eyes...
A pretty girl wandering in the night
Alone, lost and visibly sad
I gave her affection, tasting her body
And kept her pretty had as a trophy
They never die
In my home I saw her silhouette
They never die
Laments from a headless neck
When the bell tolls midnight
They all come and hold me tight
Carrying my warm body
To the cold darkness of their realm
They never die
They hung me on a tree
They never die...
But nor do I
In my van I offered them a ride
To the woods where I played with them
I dig a hole to bury their rests
They never die
They came to me last night
They never die
Their empty eyes...
A pretty girl wandering in the night
Alone, lost and visibly sad
I gave her affection, tasting her body
And kept her pretty had as a trophy
They never die
In my home I saw her silhouette
They never die
Laments from a headless neck
When the bell tolls midnight
They all come and hold me tight
Carrying my warm body
To the cold darkness of their realm
They never die
They hung me on a tree
They never die...
But nor do I