歌词：
Mourn Code Paradise Of The Walking Waste

that feelings are the codes That will take you sleep under my blood Mourns have no space here Tears are turning into blood Sculpting passion codes that

[Lyrics: Demon, Zora] Constant psychosis Sustains my failures Retains the hate I feel for my blood flow Represses the lassitude I feel for my chest'

[Adaptation: Zid] Grace sat in my lap and kissed me I made up my mind to eat her On the pretense of taking her to a party You said "yes she could go

[Lyrics: Demon] Concerned about your condition I brought you something you can swallow Eat, while I heal your wounds Hope you're having some relief

[Adaptation: Demon] There is a house that stands alone Not far from where I took him I stripped him and tied his hands and feet And gagged him with