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Hollow Bones Mature contentM

epickoner

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Lyrics

Verse 1

Bury your brother

Keep that heavy shovel in the trunk

Six deep

You looking for a favor

Go and find it in a grave

Dead eyes

Dead ends

Dead man tell no lies

Watch the way the water turns thick and black

I don't need a friend

I don't want a hand

I don't trust a soul

Looking at your neck like a shark in the deep

Creeping out the bushes with a rusty blade

Shadows on the grass

Vultures in the tree

Dirt beneath my nails

Smoke coming out my mouth like a winter ghost

Got a trunk full of lead and a heart full of ash

Talking that tough talk

Running from the reaper

Caught in the trap with the wires tight

Don't pray for him

Don't cry for him

Don't look for him

Selling souls for a bag and a nickel

Skin turning grey like a basement floor

No one gonna hear when the basement shuts

Eating on the pain

Feasting on the hate

Rotting from the inside

Click click pop and the lights go out

Throwing your life in the garbage bin

Found your ID in the middle of the street

Nothing left but the smell of the rot

Nobody's home

Nobody's safe

Nobody's king

Walking through the garden of the hollow bones

Grinning while the sky falls down in flakes

Pick up the phone

Lay it on the table

Hang it on the wall

Slicing through the silence with a jagged edge

Keep the change

Keep the faith

Keep your mouth shut

Burn the whole bridge till the water turns red

Underneath the bridge where the demons play cards

Winning every hand

Losing every friend

Killing every hope

Rest in peace to the suckers in the dirt

Shoulda kept your distance from the shadow man

Fading into nothing while the wolves howl loud

Grim reaper knocking on the back side door

Got no pulse

Got no plan

Got no mercy

Walking on the path of the broken glass

Looking for a victim in the middle of the night

Hope you said goodbye to your mama kid

Cause the hole in the ground getting mighty deep

Six feet under

Ten feet wide

Twelve years gone

Smell of the sulfur on my fingertips

Laughing at the way that you're gasping for air

Coldest in the county with a heavy metal tool

Night shift ghouls in the back of the van

Lock the doors

Bolt the windows

Bar the gate

Welcome to the dark where the light can't breathe

Told you not to wander out after the dusk

Smurfing in the gloom with a pocket full of hate

Dog on the leash with the foam in his jaw

Feeding on the weak

Siding with the snake

Living in the pit

Don't check the trunk when I park the ride

Better run fast while your legs still work

Catching you slipping on a patch of the rot

Head on a platter for the lords of the underground

Dark thoughts

Bad blood

Evil ways

Signing my name in the dust on your tomb

Resting in the dark where the maggots enjoy the feast

Empty in the head and empty in the chest

Watching you wither like a leaf in the gale

Done talk

Big walk

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