Mourn - Fit For An Autopsy

Will they mourn for me?

A dying memory

Will they mourn for me?

A dying memory

You shall not pass

The grip of guilt sinks its claws in your back

The light retracts

Unforgiving and black

I see the face of destruction

Our soil never settles

Our conscience never clean

Our prayers are nothing but

Empty apologies

One with the worms

That crawl in the dirt

Comfort in the embrace of snakes

My father, my plague

Old ghosts of agony

Will they mourn for me?

A dying memory

Will they mourn for me?

A dying memory

You shall not pass

The stain of grief on eyes of glass

A man who only knows his path

Will walk alone

And bury his soul for sanity

Our soil never settles

Our conscience never clean

Our prayers are nothing but

Empty apologies

Love is not stronger than death

Lightless, we sift through the silence

Secretly begging for rest

The hope we resist as IVs drip

A conciseness of the waiting rooms' emptiness

Comfort in the embrace of snakes

My father, my plague blinded by rage

The darkness our only escape

Bloodletting sealing our fate

Unforgiven

Love is not stronger than death

Another hospital, another year of regret

Buried in the pain of my past

Old ghosts of agony

A dying memory

Will they mourn for me?

A dying memory

Will they mourn for me?

A dying memory