| Layers of soil turn to stone long ago
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| And i can’t remember when we held each other like brothers
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| Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago
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| And I can’t remember why we took the child from the mother
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| Hope is a lie and you bought it
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| Hook, line, and sinker
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| We gave you the out but you just dug in deeper
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| In the pockets of the salesman and the serpent
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| Swarm upon the cowards, frozen in fear
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| How I pray for the end
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| For the end to draw near
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| The ghosts are crying out for us
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| Our ancerstors names are stained with shame
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| Who the fuck wrote the laws of man
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| Man, we should all just burn in the flames
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| Mask maker fuel the furnace
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| Take the dying hearts within your hands
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| Mask maker fill the oceans
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| With skeletons and blackened sand
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| Layers of soil turned to stone long ago
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| And I can’t remember when we held each other like brothers
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| Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago
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| And I can’t remember why we took the child from the mother
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| I’ve spent too many nights starving for solace
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| Reaching for a hand that was never there
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| Sinking deeper into the coldest pit
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| Of self inflicted human despair
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| The ghosts are crying out for us
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| Our ancerstors names are stained with shame
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| Who the fuck wrote the laws of man
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| Man, we should all just burn in the flames
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| Mask maker fuel the furnace
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| Take the dying hearts within your hands
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| Mask maker fill the oceans
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| With skeletons and blackened sand
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| I would rather be a corpse than the man I am
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| Fuck the optimists
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| I would rather be a corpse than the man I am
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| Just another dead fucking pessimist |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mask Maker , by - Fit For An Autopsy. Song from the album Absolute Hope Absolute Hell, in the genre