Famine

This house The final bone bound for the break The edges of the place Widen out into a grave that opens now yet further still Our coffin for the burn, burn Burn it all down (DOWN!) Placate this hollow cavity inside without a soul I see you waiting in the darkness A demon feeding on this carcass that I called home That we called home Your endless screams are the truth of eulogy One last tragedy For the moratorium of epitaphs in all the ways we bleed These hands broken between you and me Break, break, break it all down (DOWN!) And drive home these nails that we never wanted found I see you waiting in the darkness A demon feeding on this carcass that we called home Oh, goddamn You are a sick and twisted disease I feel ashamed for all the times I came to you on my knees You said this time it would be different, but you lied And now this time I feel empty inside your eyes The sex and drugs and pain Shaking on this dreadful night Now all your plagues have left me empty Consumed by this divide 1, 2 . . . So you make Famine This place Our final bone bound for the break You make famine This place Our final bone bound for the break