Gravedigger

by Cold Spine

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lyrics

So much hatred.
So much pain.
So much uncertainty turning in me.
A cranial burial lost in time.
So much deceit.
So much betrayal.
Embedded in my fragile cortex.
Choking layer by layer.

The symptoms of the mind become stigmata of the soul.
Putridity pours from each and every bone.
Fixated on a reprieve from this abhorrent collapse.
From this I spawn a new form of mass.
Scent of trepidation lurching in the halls.
Behind my eyes rests the hurt of a newborn soul.
A manger woven in a forlorn tapestry.
Carried by kings with crowns that mock thy own heresy.

Digging graves, knee deep but yet so shallow.
What is this all worth if all we feel is hollow?
Digging graves, who knew we had it coming?
Like varicose veins draining, follow them down to find release again.

Digging Graves Digging Graves.
In death we live again.
Gravedigger.

A birthmark of tragedy, inscribed upon my eyes.
Since day 1 the stench of fiction intertwines.
Like garbled thistle around my cold and callous heart.
Blistering all form of hope that comes from the start.

A flatline experiment in self-flagellation.
A lesson in degradation.
Watch as they crawl, the kingdom of man.
Left bruised and beaten, their bleeding hearts in their hands.

Digging Graves Digging Graves.
In death we live again.
Gravedigger.