Assemblage 23 Graverobber
You think Im crazy, right? Would that make anything better, if I was crazy? Is that it? Would that make anything better?!
Night falls with black wings
He throws at her bed
Gets stressed and takes off
To sing to the dead
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
In nightmares
His breath stings
He wanders like he's lost
Seven days
Hes frozen dry
He rotted in the frost
Flying doves
Watch from afar
As he falls at the ground
Seventeen ring
From the sky
The course he has found
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
You think Im crazy, right? Would that make anything better, if I was crazy? Is that it? Would that make anything better?!
Behind him
With his sleeping friends
He lays down his head
Kissing lips
Are tasting the
Souls from the dead
Robber and Thieves
Have no respect
For those he loves
Solemnity knows
Someone else
He falls prey to
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
