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,
He who longed for the stars
They would soothe him
In this
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
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