Staring at a wall for most of the day
Face downb 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 graveDon't need
The promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Borken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpseI have this dream
Where I cut out my toungue
So I can't make promises
That can never be done
Brittle strands become threads
Breaking fast as the dead spreadsDon't need
The promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Borken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpseDon't need
The promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Borken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpseDon't need
The promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Borken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpse