Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sewing The Dead , by - The Bronx Casket Co.. Song from the album Sweet Home Transylvania, in the genre Release date: 08.10.2001
Record label: The Music Cartel
Song language: English
Sewing The Dead |
| Fingers in every single hole, trying to stop this bleeding dyke |
| Vultures feed on what is left of this pathetic life |
| Is the tide rising |
| I need to know |
| You could die trying |
| I need to know |
| How can we live |
| Our lives spent sewing the dead |
| Brings me to my knees |
| I spend my time in a private room with dirt walls six feet high |
| No matter how I clean my cage, the roaches multiply |
| If I die trying |
| Who gets my soul |
| If I die crying |
| Who cares to know |
| How can we live |
| Our lives spent sewing the dead |
| Brings me to my knees |
| And how can we fly if life’s spent sewing the dead |
| Who will set me free |
| It’s only depth that separates this old rut from a grave |
| And if I fill the ground with gold, my demons come to play |