You are mistaken when [bad word] with shovels in your hands
The ghosts caught between your teeth will find their way home...

And empty hides left that you sniff out 
will consume you, take themselves back

Watching your teeth bend closer to the ground
Raining from your mouth, watering and hungry
And as your feet walk closer to the mouth,
You'll be the [bad word] for your robbery

And how you will pay for [bad word] of rot through your heart
The fork turns beneath the ground,
It ends this way.

Empty hides left that you sniff out
will consume you, take themselves back

Watching your teeth bend closer to the ground
Raining from your mouth, watering and hungry
And as your feet walk closer to the mouth,
You'll be the [bad word] for your robbery

Empty hides left that you sniff out
will consume you, take themselves back
When you chew now, you should look out
When the ground moves, hungry like you...