Tremors (Fit For An Autopsy)

Mountains of bones Piled high for the picking Lift our skin to the sky The tremors won’t end This is just the beginning Unwanted fruit of the harvest Stillborn and barely living The cries of the abandoned Stuck between the teeth A life so fucking sickening I watched them burn alive in front of me I watched them take my life out from under me For nothing We are nothing An iron furnace Filled with ashes of our once great aspirations This is not what we’re meant to be Scarred and blinded My eyes have seen all they can see Born with burden Place the blame on destiny Shattered cemented hearts Sink like stones Swept through the currents They wander through the mountains of bones I watched them burn alive in front of me I watched them take my life out from under me For nothing We are nothing Hellbound Take down narrow paths An atlas crafted by desperate hands Never revel in the glory of our past Those lost direction Mountains of bones Piled high for the picking Lift our skin to the sky The tremors won’t end This is just the beginning Unwanted fruit of the harvest Stillborn and barely living The cries of the abandoned Stuck between the teeth A life so fucking sickening The tremors won’t end Dilated eyes In hospital beds Filled with dead dreams And dead friends Take me away from this life So fucking sickening The tremors won’t end The tremors won’t end