thirteen pieces of your fate
thirteen dead that will awake
dying slowly, closer, closer

thirteen peices of my mind

thirteen peices of my mind

thirteen bullets in your side
dying slowly, closer, closer
thirteen stab wounds to your head


thirteen dead and thirteen rotten
and now that old wounds have clotted

the terror that you felt,
will be the last thing you feel
thirteen rot over ten years decayed

thirteen bodies will be left unburied
the terror that you felt,
will be the last thing that you feel


thirteen broken scabbed and torn
thirteen victims not yet born

dying slowly, closer, closer
thirteen pieces of my mind


thirteen rot over ten years decayed
thirteen bodies will be left unburied
thirteen dead that will awake

thirteen pieces of your fate
thirteen bullets in your side
thirteen stab wounds to your head

thirteen broken scabbed and torn
thirteen victims not yet born