Unmarked Grave Lyrics
| Band | |
|---|---|
| Album | Unmarked Grave(2020) |
| Type | Single |
| Genres | Deathcore |
| Labels | Stay Sick Recordings |
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1. Unmarked Grave (3:53)
A violent death to set me free.
No last prayer, no elegy. A violent life to a violent death. In the end they will bury me in an unmarked grave.
My salted bones won't be burning alone, lay me to rest in the pit with a legion. Beneath the earth, in harmony, our bodies give way to the rotting symphony.
My cries fall silent as I exhale my dying breath, a looming shadow of illness falls across my flailing chest.
Suffer silent? Kill it softly? I abandon inhibition, body writhing; violent ending. Show no mercy, drenched in gasoline. Are you dead yet?
"Everything is up in flames, the stench of flesh filling my lungs, my charred skin tearing."
Burning, it's all burning. Vessel, tell me, how much more can you take? I remain, merely as an example of God's mistakes.
Burning, it's all burning. Vessel, tell me, did you wish for this? Inhaling sulphur and exhaling ash, I open my eyes just to see debris at my feet, it's all that I have.
Ten years of suffering, my departure was imminent right from the start. Ten years of suffering, digging this knife in my back, manipulating me.
No last prayer, no elegy. A violent life to a violent death. In the end they will bury me in an unmarked grave.
My salted bones won't be burning alone, lay me to rest in the pit with a legion. Beneath the earth, in harmony, our bodies give way to the rotting symphony.
A slow disease, festering, feeding on all my once great aspirations. Drained of life, drained of love, fueled by a fire burning in my skull.
A violent death to set me free. No last prayer, no elegy. A violent life to a violent death. In the end they will bury me, bury me.
Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig.
My rotting vessel will carry me, it will carry me to an unmarked grave.
No last prayer, no elegy. A violent life to a violent death. In the end they will bury me in an unmarked grave.
My salted bones won't be burning alone, lay me to rest in the pit with a legion. Beneath the earth, in harmony, our bodies give way to the rotting symphony.
My cries fall silent as I exhale my dying breath, a looming shadow of illness falls across my flailing chest.
Suffer silent? Kill it softly? I abandon inhibition, body writhing; violent ending. Show no mercy, drenched in gasoline. Are you dead yet?
"Everything is up in flames, the stench of flesh filling my lungs, my charred skin tearing."
Burning, it's all burning. Vessel, tell me, how much more can you take? I remain, merely as an example of God's mistakes.
Burning, it's all burning. Vessel, tell me, did you wish for this? Inhaling sulphur and exhaling ash, I open my eyes just to see debris at my feet, it's all that I have.
Ten years of suffering, my departure was imminent right from the start. Ten years of suffering, digging this knife in my back, manipulating me.
No last prayer, no elegy. A violent life to a violent death. In the end they will bury me in an unmarked grave.
My salted bones won't be burning alone, lay me to rest in the pit with a legion. Beneath the earth, in harmony, our bodies give way to the rotting symphony.
A slow disease, festering, feeding on all my once great aspirations. Drained of life, drained of love, fueled by a fire burning in my skull.
A violent death to set me free. No last prayer, no elegy. A violent life to a violent death. In the end they will bury me, bury me.
Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig.
My rotting vessel will carry me, it will carry me to an unmarked grave.
