Weeds in Vogue - The Sweet Licks of Death's Scythe

If you are scared
Of all those ghosts that haunt your life
Of all those creatures that chase you
And if you feel yourself unable to resist

Let a bullet through your head
Release you from your pain
Release you from your
Goddamn misery

Now feel the thorns
Of death's embrace
Growing right through
Your restless soul

Seduced by death
And bewitched by her charms
You run away from life
Guided by the streams of blood you shed

The sweet licks of death's scythe
Have set you free from life
Have broken chains of cruel reality

Isolate yourself not
With razorblade licks so hot