Tugged in the darkness Swear I'm awake Alone filled invitation Behind the mustache It's not a faith It's not a prestidigitation I'm about to faint I'm grabbed by the ankles How long can he breathe? How deep is he strangled? Weathered church and Weathered paint All the priests and apostles Every tactic is a Haint Couldn't be any wronger I'm about to faint I'm grabbed by the ankles How long can he breathe? How deep is he strangled? Undead boys don't need protection And they can hold their breath all night long Ghost boys don't need no hassles And they can grow back what they have lost