Call In The Coroner

Fire on the innocent and the guilty

On the saints and sinners alike

He’s an angel compared to the man

Who has nothing to lose

The sad hunter the forsaken swain

Societies most malignant creation

If idle hands are the devils play things

These hands will crack the earth to tear the devil apart

A scroll we’ve only taped to tear

Live or die who fucking cares

A void behind consumers vale

Begging with intent to sell

Leave me cold on jagged stone

A game of cat and mouse so cruel

Breathe in the dirt dead skin and bone

Which clouds the air inside your tomb.

I’ve just been

Goin through the motions

With an empty smile bolted on my face

Ever since the day we started

I’ve been stratchin’ forks at empty plates

Now I finally realize it’s fucking pointless

To fight a battle for somebody

Who just does not care

And never has

And never will

I’m better off all on my own

So you can rest your head beneath head stone

For all I care

For all I care

I’ve lost that lust for life

I once possessed when there were fewer years

And mass upon my shoulders

I’ve lost that need to thrive

That compulsion to feel to create to discover

Somebody please call in the coroner

Just because I’m moving

Doesn’t mean I’m not a corpse

Soon I’ll be building our casket

From the scrapes of these bridges destroyed

By the storms I’ve been brewin’

I’ve just been

Goin through the motions

With an empty smile bolted on my face

Ever since the day we started

I’ve been stratchin’ forks at empty plates

Now I finally realize it’s fucking pointless

To fight a battle for somebody

Who just does not care

And never has

And never will

I’m better off all on my own

So you can rest your head beneath head stone

For all I care

For all I care

Foreign flesh to tear your insides

Sharpened steel to tear your throat

No longer will you be the one

To tie my hanging rope

It’s over.