Tekster: Trophy Scars. Darkness, Oh Hell. Darkness.

Darkness, Oh Hell.
I look into a mirror
and a mirror I could tell you
Darkness and Hell
I think until I'm blind, girl,
then Darkness I could sell you!
Love me! Just Love me. Darkness.

Darkness, Oh, oh, oh Hell.
She screams out from her bedroom,
"Hosanna in the highest!"
For Darkness and Hell.
I'm climbing up those stairs, girl
So I can claim your night gown
And love me! Just love me. Heartless.

Made a plan with Satan
For sins not with committing.
I was out in early summer,
Made some cash and bounced.
I sold xanax, I sold ambien.
I made dreams come true,
I slowed the Devil down.
And I'm that ghost in your home
Defending off the physical,
Shaken to the bone.
Holy Hell, Holy Hell,
Holy Hell, Holy, Holy...

Darkness, Oh Hell.
She waits under my bed sheets
So Darkness she can sell me!
Honey! And Hell.
I wake her in my work suit
To make her want to fuck me!
Love me! Just love me. Heartless.

Scared from New York City,
Two whores down in New Jersey.
I woke up from (???) shaking at my bones.
Captured by a ghost town,
Stuck in unemployment.
Stuck in local graveyards,
Looking for a home.
I'm that ghost from next door
Lurking in the floorboards for
a body I can own.

Holy Hell! Holy Hell!
Holy Hell! Holy, holy!
Darkness, Oh Hell. [x4]

["Twin Peaks" sample]
"Through the Darkness of future past
The magician longs to see
one chants out between two worlds,
'Fire walk with me.'
We lived among the people.
I think you say, 'convenient store.'
We lived above it.
I too have been touched by the devilish one.
A tattoo on the left shoulder.
But when I saw the face of God, I was changed.
I took the entire arm off.
My name is Mike. His name... Is Bob."