Would you like [bad word] into my deep black hole
 Would you like to climb in we would be so small
 I don't know how deep it goes
 I don't know how deep you would like to go
 I the blackest soul you'll ever know
 I the blackest soul of them all
 Have you seen any darker one
 You should let me know

 I don't need to tell you that the clock says tick-tock
 All these little small things replaced by a [bad word] thing

 Now you've seen how deep the tunnel goes
 Now you've seen how black my depression roars
 And still this is not the end of it
 Still there are miles to tread can you handle it