Día De Los Muertos

We're the freaks that only come out at night
The troublemaker kids
Put your bloody fucking fingers in the air and cut your wrists
I need all the sex, drugs and attention cuz I'm a piece of shit
Put your bloody fucking fingers in the air and cut your wrists
(Put your bloody fucking fingers in the air)

Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die

It's the day of the dead
[?] with a knife at the side of my face
When the clock strikes twelve and she casts a spell
I'll be waiting, wide awake

Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die