Brillo - Cross-Stitched Tombstone Lyrics

All my friends are witches
That'll cast a spell on you
Death seeks solitude
And everything else is in the way
I can hear the sirens
It's like the earth cries out my name
And from the dark it came and said
March with me
There's something to love about
What you wanna be
There's something to hate about me
March with me
There's something to love about
What you wanna be
There's something to hate about me
Tell me what you think about me
Oh please baby
Come clean to me
Have I done something
To make you think less of me
Oh please
Baby I'm born to reap
The mortician with his clamps
Is the last person you want mad
But with his teeth of glass
I'd tend to think you'd relax
There's a hex on you
Death had you marked and knew oh
Life was to pursue
But now he's coming back for you oh
March with me
There's something to love about
What you wanna be
There's something to hate about me
March with me
There's something to love about
What you wanna be
There's something to hate about me