Dying amongst the weeds
This bag of bones
This curse belongs to me
This bag of bones
Blood in the flowerbed
Eternal cold
The stench of the dead
Eternal cold
Living among the worms
We die alone
This world no longer turns
We die alone
The blood flows from the wound
And we all rot
What did I mean to you
And we all rot eventually
Rest well aside the graves
Rest well aside the graves
Spikes and spires erupt from the ground
Maggots crawl on the acrid mound
The mouth of the world will open and swallow us
No teeth, no tongue; just nothingness
A cavernous hole with colorless spray
The screaming will stop eventually
The soil and grass are tainted with rust
My rotten bloodlust
Insects crawl over eyes and teeth
Rotten dirt and rotten leaves
Bodies writhe under the soil
Not long for this mortal coil
Drying blood covers logs like moss
We met our fate at any cost
Rotting meat for rotting dogs
The planet's problems have been solved
Rest well aside the graves
Fed to the worms
Harvest the blood from the crypts
Cherish the first sip
Hunted 'neath a poison moon
You live to serve the formless one
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain our mistakes
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain, explain our mistakes
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain. We cannot be saved.
The flesh remembers the wrath of nature
We till the soil while the corpses spoil
Blinded by the darkness
Strangled by the vines
You'll find no peace in sunlight
The roots eclipse its shine
Dying amongst the weeds
Grind the dirt into your knees
Dying amongst the weeds
No blood left for me to bleed
Dying amongst the weeds
This world will do as they please
Dying amongst the weeds
Feel the flames burning the leaves
Dying amongst the weeds
Dying amongst the weeds
Dying amongst the weeds...
