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• Artiste: Fit For An Autopsy
• Titre: Mask Maker
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Layers of soil turn to stone long ago And i can't remember when we held each other like brothers Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago And I can't remember why we took the child from the mother Hope is a lie and you bought it Hook, line, and sinker We gave you the out but you just dug in deeper In the pockets of the salesman and the serpent Swarm upon the cowards, frozen in fear How I pray for the end For the end to draw near The ghosts are crying out for us Our ancerstors names are stained with shame Who the fuck wrote the laws of man Man, we should all just burn in the flames Mask maker fuel the furnace Take the dying hearts within your hands Mask maker fill the oceans With skeletons and blackened sand Layers of soil turned to stone long ago And I can't remember when we held each other like brothers Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago And I can't remember why we took the child from the mother I've spent too many nights starving for solace. Reaching for a hand that was never there Sinking deeper into the coldest pit Of self inflicted human despair The ghosts are crying out for us Our ancerstors names are stained with shame Who the fuck wrote the laws of man Man, we should all just burn in the flames Mask maker fuel the furnace Take the dying hearts within your hands Mask maker fill the oceans With skeletons and blackened sand I would rather be a corpse than the man I am Fuck the optimists I would rather be a corpse than the man I am Just another dead fucking pessimist