[Intro]
Let's go, ayy

[Chorus]
This poor creature in these photographs (Dead)
Tortured (Dead), bloody, buried bare of funeral dressings in 19 (Oh) 20
Blood dyes the gold around her neck into a rust-red (Dead)
How can any man lay sleeping with her on their conscience?

[Verse]
Lord, help me navigate this mess I stumbled onto
The deviancy permeates my senses in the dark room
Toss away a whore of southern Scotland to a dirt grave, uh (Dead)
Unsolved is the only mask upon her palе face
This lonely life in Glasgow holds a sour tastе
Rainy nights on steep rock by the harsh waves (Murder)
Purity on this shelf is but a dream state
Yeah, sanity and myself just had to part ways
The town had turned against (True)
Me and all attempts to give her a fitting rest (No)
It adds up, no, it don't (Oh)
This a cult, I know (Cult)
Sent to collect the bones (Bone)
They are the eyes upon us, you're not safe at home
Hand signs, they're not deaf, plus, why's it all done with their left? (Uh)
I've seen the sacrifice come to fruition
Now I can't help be scared that I'm next, uh (Scared)
I feel this shit in my chest, uh, I've seen the runes getting dressed (Uh-huh)
My parents taught me when younger
I didn't believe 'em till I saw the mark on my head (Path to Hell)
[Chorus]
Poor creature in these photographs
Tortured, bloody, buried bare of funeral dressings in 1920
Blood dyes the gold around her neck into a rust-red
How can any man lay sleeping with her on their conscience?