Crocodile Go to Sleep

My hands to load the gun, now that she passed away,
My eyes can find you hidden in the town,
My heart can bleed but my head is Ok,
My love makes noise, and shoot you is the way,
You know for sure I never thought to pray
No faith, no god, that is the only way

Don't get around cause I'm working on your grave to be,
So far from the sea, so close to the hell.

It makes sense to me,
It makes sense to her,
She is in a coffin, on the river
Sailing to the sea...

Don't get around cause I'm working on your grave to be,
So far from the sea, so close to the hell.

I think i'm gonna be rightful,
I think I'm lost,
Too many people say, I think I'm lost.