Nice limbo you have hereNice limbo you have hereNice feel you have onBaby, go back to your wombBaby, go back to your wombYou grow the apples around meI'll spit the seeds in your graveBead me a necklaceA decade I'll waitPicture this gunI'm tired of cryingI'm gonna runI swear you, move you to my poresI'm not gonna cry anymoreDead is next doorDead is next doorBaby, go back to your wombBaby, go back to your wombYou pulled my limbs one by one in your limboYou pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo