Fresh Bones
The Acacia Strain
Drink the blood, eat the skin
Trapped in the holes we dug ourselves in
A warning to the world
I should have left you there
Damaged, cold on the slab
Tortured, rise from your grave
We are stuck
The gates of Heaven are locked
Salvation has begun to clot
The doorway to Hell is frozen shut
The magic is gone
I used to have a reason to be happy, I forgot
All I remember can never bе trusted
The lock on my brain is dirty and rusted
In thе end, we're all biding our time
Collective pain in a collective mind
The person you were yesterday no longer exists
When the end comes, we won't fucking feel it
It can always
It can always get worse
Silence is the only sound
The fire cleans and burns it to the ground
The smoke circles the same as the crows
The last thing we see before the world chokes
