Fruit cake in my larder
Wearing a wooden cloak
Running around on empty
I wish to take your place

Creaking bones rotting flesh
Wearing a wooden cloak
Silence of dark loneliness
I need to take your place

Acid runs through my veins
Wearing a wooden cloak
Demons control my mind
Plesase can I pinch your place

If your not prepared to give
To me  then I will have to act
Then I'm prepared to **** you
It's just a matter of fact

In my wooden blackened cloak
I wanted every piece of you