Staring at a wall for 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 live past 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 live past twenty seven Broken at the source Let me be your singing corpse Singing corpse
Don't need The promise of heaven Just faith I'll live past twenty seven Broken at the source Let me be your singing corpse Singing corpse
Don't need The promise of heaven Just faith I'll live past twenty seven Broken at the source Let me be your singing corpse Singing corpse
Compositores: ELIZABETH PLAPINGER, ALEXANDER MAX HERSHENOW