Teeth Of The Cursed Dog
The Acacia Strain
Teeth bite deep
This mortal shell
Your entire life
Condemned to hell
These woods will be your tomb
Keep trailing blood
Death will find you
Absent in the eyes of the lord
Completely empty, blood will pour
Cry your tears into the cup
No amount of sadness will ever be enough
I only wish I felt it more
When the body is a weapon, then love is a war
May the bodies I burn light the way
May the bodies I burn light the way
May the bodies I burn light the way
Feed the dog, bite the hand
A curse upon this fucking land
Touch the darkness, let me in
Feel the cold against your skin
Suck the earth into your lungs and drown
Hollow bones make a hollow sound
Flat on your back looking up at the sky
In a hole so deep they will never find you
