Lyrics
Buy me a nice plot for my burial, mentally slipping
physically drifting
a spot on the shady side of the hill
inhale anger
Breathe in the salt, inhale anger
I d rather lay here dying than to listen to your talking, breathe in the salt
breathe in the salt
i d rather lay here dying than to listen to your talking
You should have stayed dead, wounded and weeping with none to console Strain, caught myself weeping for you
hold it in exhale out
I should have killed you instead, everything i am will fade away Mouth, restrained forever
Into your calloused mouth, caught myself weeping for you Mouth, the ground caves in around us
I d rather lay here dying than to listen to your talking, a spot on the shady side of the hill, a spot on the shady side of the hill
Buy me a nice plot for my burial, mentally slipping
The walls to my prison are higher than most, everybody breaks
wounded and weeping with none to console
Caught myself weeping for you, but i ll still have my spot in the shade, we buried their bodies and we live with their ghosts
restrained forever
wounded and weeping with none to console
wounded and weeping with none to console
a spot on the shady side of the hill
Buy me a nice plot for my burial, the walls to my prison are higher than most
we buried their bodies and we live with their ghosts
Caught myself weeping for you, the walls to my prison are higher than most
life in shackles
You should have stayed dead, thrown to the wolves and fed to the jackals
Inhale anger, hold it in exhale out Acacia, inhale anger
you should be ashamed of yourself
Wounded and weeping with none to console, inhale anger
Wounded and weeping with none to console, life in shackles, my brain is fucking rotting
Wounded and weeping with none to console, a spot on the shady side of the hill, restrained forever
thrown to the wolves and fed to the jackals
A spot on the shady side of the hill, physically drifting Acacia, physically drifting
But i ll still have my spot in the shade, everything i am will fade away Acacia, physically drifting
You should be ashamed of yourself, wounded and weeping with none to console, physically drifting
you should have stayed dead
mentally slipping
The mouth of the mountain will swallow you whole, inhale anger
But i ll still have my spot in the shade, mentally slipping Acacia, the mouth of the mountain will swallow you whole
Hold it in exhale out, life in shackles
buy me a nice plot for my burial
The walls to my prison are higher than most, my brain is fucking rotting
My brain is fucking rotting, mentally slipping, caught myself weeping for you
Everybody breaks, physically drifting, inhale anger
I should have killed you instead, physically drifting
thrown to the wolves and fed to the jackals
Life in shackles, life in shackles
I should have killed you instead, the ground caves in around us
restrained forever
Everybody falls, we buried their bodies and we live with their ghosts
breathe in the salt
Breathe in the salt, the mouth of the mountain will swallow you whole, i d rather lay here dying than to listen to your talking
The mouth of the mountain will swallow you whole, all that lives to dust
We buried their bodies and we live with their ghosts, you should be ashamed of yourself
Hold it in exhale out, caught myself weeping for you
everybody breaks
everybody breaks
The ground caves in around us, mentally slipping
into your calloused mouth
A spot on the shady side of the hill, we buried their bodies and we live with their ghosts Acacia, but i ll still have my spot in the shade
