Texty piesní After the Burial

After the Burial

Heavy Lies the Ground

Bound with iron chain, solitary feed me to the grey

We dig fields of apathy, excavating endless burial mounds

Heavy lies the ground

I get what I give, so I die where I dig

Never go home, just tunnel a hole inside this field of apathy

Never giving what I could, I get what I give

Never wanting more so I die where I dig

Never wanting more so I die where I dig

Illusionist grant us safety nets made of your decaying sutures and of

Fraying string, wave your white gloves, enrapture me and send us ease

Leave us all to rot inside the facade

A solitary man ragged and worn

I cross out days on the wall and I beg for mercy

Were begging for mercy, ragged and worn

Beg for mercy, beg

I get what I give, so I'll die where I dig

I get what I give, so I'll die where I dig