Your Burning The Cradle Into The Grave

Your eyes don't ever fit, we might as well just lay down in a ditch, separate wounds from the same falked tounge, blood boiling crimson red, licking the salt from the wound, justice is flawed

Your burning the cradle into the grave, silently blessed with a poisoned chalice, whispering the light away, heavenly hell in your case, living the dream

Breading separate crystals, hunger watched them corrode, the wind took your paper army, rats fell from the tower block, talking of slithering gristle your lost in your own words.

Your burning the cradle into the grave, silently blessed with a poisoned chalice, whispering the light away, heavenly hell in your case, living the dream