Close it up

My gambler's luck runs amok

Dead man’s hand

Or a loving crutch, crutch, crutch?

Here's the truth

I would never lie to you

Nothing I'd say or ever do would

Slip right through

Hey, know what?

I will never leave this rut

Think it’s the only thing I love

I'm the beaten wife in its clutch, clutch, clutch

Gangrene foot

From sleeping on soot

I'll never leave this room, I refute

"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."

This rotting fanged tooth

Breaks skin of all that I lose

Blood pudding up in tubes

What's old to you for me is always new

My reluctant trust

Its enduring lust

I help you put it up

On my canvas, covered in dust

Here comes the lunge

Teeth treading guts

One hand in the casket

One hand encased in mud, mud, mud

Gangrene foot

From sleeping on soot

I'll never leave this room, I refute

"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."

This rotting fanged tooth

Breaks skin of all that I lose

Blood pudding up in tubes

What's old to you for me is always new

Gangrene foot

From sleeping on soot

I'll never leave this room, I refute

"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."

(Sleeping on soot)

(Oh)

Close it up

My gambler's luck runs amok

Dead man’s hand

Or a loving crutch, crutch, crutch?

Hey, know what?

I will never leave this rut

Think it’s the only thing I love

I'm the beaten wife in its clutch, clutch, clutch

I’m the body it makes fuck