Fit For An Autopsy The Wretch
Heaven is burning
Shrill shrieks of beaten dogs
No shelter in this house
On severed ears no prayers shall fall
A rusted lore of razors pour from a rotting mouth
Templed muzzle, burning thief
Paint epitaphs of god and grief
May you never rest in peace
Never rest in peace
Never
The wound won't close
Don't stop the bleeding
Now the only world I know
Is a world worth killing
The haunt in our eyes, returning
A halo deniеd, heaven is burning
The wrеtch of vicious days
Faint embers wain in coldest nights
A lesion leaking memories
These monuments of god and grief
May you never rest in peace
Never rest in peace
Bones of angels buried in worms
Chained to the flesh of a sickening earth
We are the fallen saints
The wretch, the curse, imprisoned in dirt
The haunt in our eyes, returning
A halo denied, heaven is burning
The wound won't close
Don't stop the bleeding
Now the only world I know, is a world worth killing
The haunt in our eyes, returning
A halo denied, heaven is burning
