Red Yarn and Salt

G o ahead and dig your own grave I'll be the first to shovel dirt in your face If every lie you ever told came true Your devils, death, and nightmares gas chambers and electric chairs some day I'll just say "It sucks to be you!" your silver knife and that star you wear You have your inverted cross to bare you shouldn't play with what you don't know It's all healing and love things below and things above but you'll reap threefold what you sew for the sacrilege that you have made you'll trip and fall on your own blade and throw away your chance to grow with your , devils, death, and night mares, gas chambers and electric chairs In the mirror awaits your foe So, go ahead and dig your own grave with the profane sacrifice you gave and all the wicked things you do Wrong in each and every way you missed the point you've lost your way Now you can't hear us calling you.