Morticians Rest In Pieces
Rest In Pieces
Removed, rejected. No shelter, unprotected. Unborn, deserted. No purpose, it's all perverted. Who wants the truth anyway?
Why should you keep the times you stole when on the whole you're unforgiven?
How can I sleep when you're not dead, you're in my head, you make me lose myself.
Tell me, how do I cry in oblivion? Whispering, echoes of silence. No words, no lies. No tears, emotionless. No sense, no meaning. Disillusioned.
Whye should you keep the times you stole when on the whole you're unforgiven.
How can I sleep when you're not dead, you're in my head, you make me lose myself, my reasons, my ravaged soul.
