Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coffin Bearer, artist - The Gloom In The Corner. Date of issue: 23.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Coffin Bearer |
| I won’t give in |
| To the voice in my head |
| He’s telling me everyone in this room is dead |
| They just don’t know it yet |
| I watch the spiders dance on the ceiling |
| Weaving me a rope to numb the feeling |
| Of feeling dead inside |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| Drowning down the vomit |
| With a bottle of mineral turpentine |
| I feel constricted by the rope |
| It reminds me that I’m all alone |
| With death’s hands wrapped around my throat |
| Just let me die |
| Another nail to my fucking coffin |
| Take me to meet my maker |
| You know you want to |
| You know you need to |
| Let me out to play so I can feed you |
| I feel the hate rise within me |
| It wants me dead and won’t stop at nothing |
| Like cyanide, tainted thoughts |
| Scrawled across the walls |
| So come and get me |
| I like to feel obscene |
| I wanna die like my heroes |
| Like what I see on my TV screen |
| Do you feel pretty now |
| You’re lookin' a little bit green |
| Turning white |
| Like a plate made out of porcelain |
| Death bringer, bring me judgement |
| Let me die so I can start again |
| Like cyanide, I feel like I fit in |
| Just another nail to my fucking coffin |
| I can feel it stuck in the back of my teeth |
| The more I think the more I feel uncertainty |
| Of holding on to my sanity |
| I hate now what I’ve become |
| I can feel stuck in the back of my mind |
| The loose end that’s lost the concept of time |
| It’s bringing me to my knees so |
| Save me before I come undone |
| I’m a disease |
| Drenched in melancholy |
| Everyone wants me dead |
| Suffering from what’s in my head |
| I’ve never felt this before |
| This pain that I adore |
| Stop me god before I |
| Lose control |
| I was once what put down the monsters |
| And now I’ve become one |
| I’m the bump in the night you’re afraid of |
| And so you should be |
| Gloom: I’m sick and twisted, a ballistic psychotic mess |
| I’m past my time and I’m okay with that |
| But I’ll be damned if I go down like this |
| You can’t fix this damaged mess |
| That’s how it’s always be |
| I’ll bet you’ll listen when I mark your shallow grave |
| Jay: This is what’s become of me |
| I’m walking death in a human vessel |
| I can feel it stuck in the back of my teeth |
| The more I think the more I feel uncertainty |
| Of holding on to my sanity |
| I hate what I’ve become |
| I can feel it stuck in the back of my mind |
| The loose end that’s lost the concept of time |
| It’s bringing me to my knees so |
| Save me before I come undone |
| I’ve come undone |
| I’ve come undone |
| I’ve come undone |