Grate Songtext
von Straitjacket Fits

I see your purple lips now close
It′s out of breath it's all been blown
Some think it′s a seed that spoils
Come down as your skin crawls
You escape my head
Get this cold steel into this grave
So as you count time out the light
You'll find the black is less by night It all stays the same
In its own grave
And grating a knife that's sliced alive
It needs very little
It takes more than just a drive
Get this cold steel into this grave
Suffocates and breathes everything we breathe
Get this cold steel into this grave