Cemetery

Amongst the old bones

Is where I call my home

Stories from the headstones

Old bones

Is where I call my home

I'd rather die than feel like this

To live in fire

Is it worth it for his sacrifice?

Far removed from the image in his mother's eye

This isn't life (this isn't life), this isn't life

Burn in the fire, the sulfur is stinging my eyes

Downfall of the liar, you have to pay for all you've sewn

Within the cemetery walls

Beyond the colour of stone

I've learned to know

Inside the cemetery walls

You're lost to bones

Within the cemetery walls

Beyond the colour of stone

I've learned to know

Inside the cemetery walls

You're lost to bones

Is there hope? Is there strength?

You've been looking to the sky for a while

And whilst I've made up my mind

You're seeking solace in the higher

I'm fucking buried,

I'm fucking buried in a shallow grave

I guess it's fear that holds me down

I am shrouded in the darkest of days

Will I be saved?

Within the cemetery walls

Beyond the colour of stone

I've learned to know

Inside the cemetery walls

You're lost to bones

Within the cemetery walls

Beyond the colour of stone

I've learned to know

Inside the cemetery walls

You're lost to bones

Was it worth it to sell your soul?

Was it worth it to know you'll always be alone?

Was it worth it to sit upon your fucking throne?

Was it worth it? I guess we'll never know

Was it worth it to sell your soul?

Was it worth it to know you'll always be alone?

Was it worth it to sit upon your fucking throne?

Was it worth it?