Gods Acre - Soen

Everything around decay

Only sorrow grows upon these plains

Nothing but a somber lane

Early warnings of what will come

Standing at the crossroads

There’s no turning back

We were searching deep beneath the ground

But the seed of life was never found

Endless times of digging in the dirt

Will we ever find a peaceful life

Will we ever leave the ghost behind

Would it make it easier in the end

Will you find what you are looking for

When you try and find an open door

All is clear no one’s in your way

God’s acre

Barren land

All what grows here turns to sand

Dead roses on this drain

No savior will await

We keep searching for an alibi

How we stifle any trace of life

Still there sending

Shivers down the spine

Now we are both being disarmed

Shunned away from hope and home

No indifference

God’s acre

Barren land

All what grows here turns to sand

Dead roses on this drain

No savior will await

Streets are damp

And lights are low

I’m facing one more early dawn

Drifting in the calm

Before the storm

I have to speak

Straight from the heart

These gates are tearing us apart

They made us into what we are

There’s always a reason

The addiction to a reckless life

Left us with this constant strife

Scraping up the pieces

From the bottom of our hearts

Please forgive me my mistakes

I guided us into this place

A god forsaken land

Where nothing grows