Spike

H with a capital Hate

Out catching souls and drilling holes and

It can make you feel like Jesus

'Til that sword gets driven in

Stepped over on the homeless night

They sprayed the wall my desperate friend

Tried to climb in vain

They felt his pulse, they swept him clean away

Oh, you fucking fool, you left us carrying your useless

pain

We're trapped here 'til we die

We're trapped here 'til we die

We're trapped here 'til we die

We're trapped here 'til we die die die die die die die

The remains, the remains, the residue

The remains, the remains, the residue

The remains, the remains, the residue

The remains, the remains, now, is it you?

Is it you? Is it you?