I spit on my grave, it's this rubbish bin

still decaying in the filth you threw me in

welcome to the house of grim where I dwell

dirty haunted corridors bring me your smell

echoes of your voice torture in my head

a snake in my belly your sweat on my bed

I am your daughter I am your sin

I am the pain that comes from within

 

in my chest a rotting heart pretends to be beating

sketches of my life that'll never become paintings

all I do is moan all I do is cry

in this non life state all I do is die 

 

I was born dead

I was born dead

I was born dead

 

damnation overcomes me 

it's this giggling shadow that follows on

it's that black cloud that steals the sun

the spider web just caught another fly

in this non life state all I do is die 

 

I was born dead

I was born dead

I was born dead