gravemaker
Singer: butcher babies
i am a gravemaker you are all bleeding together
your eyes
limbs
words
i can't be
i won't be your
a twisted pile of metal in my head
i'm tied to your fascist mold
i can't be
i won't be your god
you wanted a god? well
here's your god
now tear me apart
waste me! rip out my heart
i can't be
i won't be your god
you wanted a god? well
here's your god
you wanted a god? well
here's your god
bent over bleeding
and my skin is crawling with leeches
from slumming they're feeding off my name
exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside
i'll drag you to hell with me
i'll drag you to hell
i'll drag you to hell
to hell with me
i am a casualty stripped of my cage
extracting each vein to fit in
i can't be
i won't be your
scratched from behind your pulling my nerves
from inside to cover your sins
tear off my skin
make me bleed
i can't be
i won't be your god
you wanted a god? well
here's your god
bent over bleeding
and my skin is crawling with leeches
from slumming they're feeding off my name
exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside
i'll drag you to hell with me
i'll drag you to hell
i'll drag you to hell
to hell with me
therefore