- Tombstone Grind
Once again I slip in her swallowed blood
I'm feeding not eating
Without common sense in her swallowed blood
I'm walking on air
To feel somewhat calm in her godless shrine
This grave less entrapment
I bow down to what she calls tombstone grind
Lack of faith lack no more
Tombstone faith tombstone whore
I should have cried the tombstone war
Brimstone tears I'm a tombstone whore
Pinching out the scare in my reckless arm
I break out the circles
Out of being dead there will come no harm
I break out the pain
Out of being lost in her cold embrace
I welcome my hunger
Once again the tears in her stone cold face
Lack of faith lack no more
Tombstone faith tombstone whore
I should have cried the tombstone war
Brimstone tears I'm a tombstone whore
I paid good money for this the carvings are done
Will she accept my affection
Now that I'm done
Dancing to the warmth of her inscription
I lick her epitaph as I start to fall
I should have cried the tombstone war
Brimstone tears I'm a tombstone whore
Letras
- A Whistler And His Gun
And Bent Down for Years
Ceremony, The Waiting Waters
Chain Hooks Falling
Chewing Gunpowder
Cut This Heathen
Dancing Münchhausen
Debria Seems To Be Bleeding
Evicting Dead Tenants
Fire Falls
Komodo Lights
Mother Dying
Murderer
Our Family Flesh
Pick up This Sick Child
The Paulina Paw Paintings
The Poets Must Die
The Topmost Violent God
Tombstone Grind
War
We're Both Into Killing Me
Why Would The Captured Set Free The Flies?