Fit For An Autopsy - The Executioner lyrics

rate me

Undeserving and rightfully so for all that is good. There is a flaw in

the soul. A misstep in the art of creation. Great evils that harbor in

the minds of man. We go on searching for God, when we have finally

lost ourselves. Congregations of hysterical witnesses. No longer blind

to the visions in our dreams. Lamented in the thought, this day would

be your last. Crippled by the fact that you have been left behind to

serve as a reminder that the faithless would never be forgiven.

Loathsome wanderers. Nomadic incompetence. Failure to survive.

Faceless advocates of disgrace. A race of scum. Every citizen, child,

scholar, and teacher. Cursed at birth. Swallowed by its very

existence. only in the end as our ashes escape into the atmosphere. A

beautiful and righteous ether encapsulates the world. There will be

peace in the silence. There will be no more. May the ancestors of our

once great civilizations mourn us in the lighted sky, for we all rest

in ash, deep in the blackest darkest depths of our very own hell. You

will never hold the hand of god. You will never hold the hand of god.

You will never hold the hand of god. You will never hold the hand of

god. For it is hell, not the devil that I have held inside my heart.

It is the guilt, not the ghost that will haunt me. Every time I close

my eyes, I remain within this soil. As a servant of my own sorrow.

They see me as I am. I am nothing.