Staring at a wall most of the day
Face down in ceilings
Couldn´t pull away
Pray for me my soul does take
As I slip away and go insane
Don´t build for me
An empty grave

Don´t need
The promise of heaven
Just faith I´ll pass twenty seven
Broken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpse

I have this dream
Where I cut out my tongue
So I can´t make promises
That can never be done
Brittle strands become threads
Breaking fast as the dead spreads

Don´t need
The promise of heaven
Just faith I´ll pass twenty seven
Broken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpse
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