SinThya - Figures II

In a vast and empty wasteland
No one is right
You fill your head with concrete
Bloody on sight
You could've spread your wings
And conquer the waves
Instead I filled your mind with terrible things
Now to the mind, you're a slave
Put this on my tombstone
I lie awake inside my grave
Put this on your tombstone
When we are born, we die awake
Oh, these figures are still in my place
And their bellies are filled with all of my space
So next time they come for what's in my brain
And if I look away, I won't be okay
Can you see through the trees in the night
Or are your eyes too dark to illuminate light
Can you feel the slight touch of the air
Or are you stuck paralyzed by the stare
Numb, numb
Call to your god
Numb, numb
He won't be there
Numb, numb
We're numb to this facade
Numb, numb
Our saviour left us here
Left us here
(Ah!)
Raise the dead
(Ah!)
It's all in my head
(Ah!)
Break bread or my legs
(Ah!)
It's already been said
On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of hell
The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of hell
The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of hell
The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast

Written by:
SinThya Devil

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