The old man is gone
I hope he's drifting out to sea
He always loved to swim away
First the bottle, then the drugs, then the apathy
Maybe he'll find an island with a sycamore sh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
Home in the absence of light
Hammer the rusted nail deeper into my side
Fill me with needles and thorns
Down to the blone, the grey turns to black
The soul of the shapard expos...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
Embrace true emptiness
Behind the eyes the beast in man is never far
Dormant until we accept what we are
No saints
No grace
There is no relief from the mountains of grief,...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
I'd pour a bottle down my throat if it really helped
But we know it doesn't
It's a fucking cop out and I wish it wasn't
Let me sink
Let me sink
Into the space between the st...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
Carved in concrete
Castles and chapels
They all play God when the sun is out
Crawling through cracks
Vermin and villains
They all creep in when our guard is down
Sleep in the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
The shepherds kill their sheep, just to watch them die
The end of days is born, under the burning sky
A thousand oceans spill upon the spoiled shores
Returning cities to the s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
I am human
I am horror
I am the creator and the destroyer
A black cloud of corrosive breath
I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death
Relentless in our pride of neve...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
When the world is empty of souls, it will become so clean
Silent death
Assimilation
Hammers of seven hells fall from above
Settle the final debt, forced adaptation
Void of r...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
Wish I had known that life lets you down
Wish I had known that everyone drowns
In a sewer just a puddle of swill and spit
And I can't breathe, I can't breathe
Cause it all sm...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy
How the fuck did it come to this?
What makes an honest man hate this town?
Last letters lost in the abyss
Just a spark without a sound
What are we left with in the end?
Povert...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fit For An Autopsy