Ain't No Eden

This world was made for madmen
This world’s a stage for the undead
Death finds you begging with the two-tongued sisters
Hissing in the back row
This world ain’t nothing but a blindspot
This world’s a lake of fire in which we are caught
And morphine licks her lips as she lays her knives
Into the sloe black hearts, these sloe black hearts
Run for the hills
There ain’t no Eden
It’s kill or be killed
For all us heathens
There ain’t no Eden
This world’s adrift with melancholia
This world’s a baby crying for her mama
And your mistress is waiting in the hallway fading
Into nothingness, oh, nothing
Run for the hills
There ain’t no Eden
It’s kill of be killed
For all us heathens
There ain’t no Eden
'Neath them yellow pines
I’m sucking on the rind
Of the moon in your eyes
Of the moon in your eyes
I’m hanging on the wind
Like a long-gone friend
'Neath them yellow pines
Run for the hills
There ain’t no Eden
It’s kill or be killed
For all us heathens
There ain’t no Eden
There ain’t no Eden