...a cold static eulogy

Bury me in misery

No soul to hear my eulogy

Bury me in misery

No soul to hear my eulogy

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

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

I wish the earth to be my open casket

No soul to weep in pain

A sour final resting place

As is born, so is slain

We will mark a grave

A rotten garden pushing daisies

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'll 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

Formaldehyde

This spineless vessel never felt alive

Formaldehyde

Fuck

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

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

I wish the earth to be my open casket

No soul to weep in pain

A sour final resting place

As is born so is slain

We will mark a grave

A rotten garden pushing daisies

I wish the earth to be my open casket

No soul to weep in pain

A sour final resting place

As is born so is slain

We will mark a grave

A rotten garden pushing daisies