Throw me in the waternCause you know that I could never swimnI'll think of you, as I go downnnAnd you put yourself in ordernCause you know that I could never count as high as younMy nose would bleednnYour heart is like a stonenAnd your flesh has turned to bonenDon't feel bad if hell is not the place you hoped to bennAnd you put aside your daggernCause you know that you might need it soonnTo cut me open and feel around insidennWe'll make like on your flowernSo the blood that spills is all the same to menAnd everyone you knownnYour heart is like a stonenAnd your flesh has turned to bonenDon't feel bad if hell is not the place you hoped to bennYou say it doesn't matternCause you knew from all those books you never readnThat you knew how they would end