Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mask Maker, artist - Fit For An Autopsy. Album song Absolute Hope Absolute Hell, in the genre Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Record label: Entertainment One U.S
Song language: English
Mask Maker |
| Layers of soil turn to stone long ago |
| And i can’t remember when we held each other like brothers |
| Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago |
| And I can’t remember why we took the child from the mother |
| Hope is a lie and you bought it |
| Hook, line, and sinker |
| We gave you the out but you just dug in deeper |
| In the pockets of the salesman and the serpent |
| Swarm upon the cowards, frozen in fear |
| How I pray for the end |
| For the end to draw near |
| The ghosts are crying out for us |
| Our ancerstors names are stained with shame |
| Who the fuck wrote the laws of man |
| Man, we should all just burn in the flames |
| Mask maker fuel the furnace |
| Take the dying hearts within your hands |
| Mask maker fill the oceans |
| With skeletons and blackened sand |
| Layers of soil turned to stone long ago |
| And I can’t remember when we held each other like brothers |
| Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago |
| And I can’t remember why we took the child from the mother |
| I’ve spent too many nights starving for solace |
| Reaching for a hand that was never there |
| Sinking deeper into the coldest pit |
| Of self inflicted human despair |
| The ghosts are crying out for us |
| Our ancerstors names are stained with shame |
| Who the fuck wrote the laws of man |
| Man, we should all just burn in the flames |
| Mask maker fuel the furnace |
| Take the dying hearts within your hands |
| Mask maker fill the oceans |
| With skeletons and blackened sand |
| I would rather be a corpse than the man I am |
| Fuck the optimists |
| I would rather be a corpse than the man I am |
| Just another dead fucking pessimist |