Chamber of the mourner
Ashes of a morning mass
Six feet of
This is where forever opens
This is where all flesh is
When your hands speak, my body converted to ears
When you
All I ever wanted was a little discipline
A master's touch
This is where the bodies fell
Feel the pressure on the
[Instrumental]
Blood to bind and love to damn me
Formed in clay,
Head on pillow
Hand and mouth like dust
that softly, softly falls
Spirit
Words vomited into a face
Cold leavings, there's only bleak and
I do recall that face
I've done my best to wash
No one to trust or depend on no more
Nothing is
[See these bleeding hands that you left to dry
Your garden
Remake
Here I am in Necropolis
Run my fingers down my
Oh, little figures that toil under weather and sun
Your backbreaking
Heaven knows I've not been good to you
Heaven knows I've
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