...A Cold Static Eulogy Lyrics

[Intro]
(Bury me in misery
No soul to hear my eulogy
Bury me in misery
No soul to hear my eulogy)

[Verse 1]
Swallow until you choke on all that's hollow
Into the grave you've buried shallow
Stuck in the dread that surely follows in cycles born of death
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head

[Breakdown]
Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone
I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums
Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke
I can feel it tighten, suspended, I swing from rope

[Chorus]
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A final sour resting place
As is born, so is slain
We all mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies

[Verse 2]
A thirst I cannot satiate
The crypt it makes me salivate
For eyes roll back into a head
A eulogy now left unread
Before these wounds begin to scab
I'lI rub these gapes in salt and glass
Just to remember what it's like to feel a moment spent at rest
I can almost taste the flooding of formaldehyde
This spineless vessel never felt alive
Felt alive, fuck

[Breakdown]
Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone
I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums
Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke
I can feel it tighten, suspended, I swing from rope

[Verse 1]
Swallow until you choke on all that's hollow
Into the grave you've dug that's shallow
Stuck in the dread that surely follows in cycles born of death
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head

[Chorus]
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A final sour resting place
As is born, so is slain
We all mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A final sour resting place
As is born, so is slain
We all mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies