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