grave-intentions

-sinking in- in to the maelstrom and out through hatred cycling and filtering the imperfections until they leave the dead space until they create this dead space this tunnel vision hiding crawling under the censor bars beneath the truth seeping in to the system and throughout the holes in the brain and lets your exhale hit the core let belligerence burn the sore like salt in the blood stream from the outside in they love to enter b/c its all they know they love to corrupt b/c its all they need

Body bags are marching, strides are quiet on the street burning is the flesh of every lifeless soul they greet in the midst of his apathy rising greatly in this time everyone is dead and they are rotting to this hymn necrophilia spreads like disease throughout the town burning blood, this ash winter beckons to me the crown and if im not mistaken you best be on your way cannibalistic values, and forgive my own decay this is my home this is my world I will never be left behind I live among the dead and I can promise you my forthcoming bride you will die with them too

So theres multiple pathes and you take what you can follow the skies we see and hope there is tomorrow hold these pills and hope that you can swallow away just take it away VERSE 1 the sun, its screams, the swelter of this heat and my sweat it pours down way past the street time and time again someones radio on repeat a life like mine never begged to that type of thing every step has my tremble and every words pegs me sore but I keep walking on past because I pale straight to the core and if you catch my breath for me, ill remember your name life is like a box that holds never all the same So theres multiple pathes a