Acacia Strain (The)

Teeth Of The Cursed Dog
Teeth bite deep This mortal shell Your entire life Condemned to hell These woods will be your tomb Keep trailing blood Death will find you Absent in the eyes of the lord Completely empty, blood will pour Cry your tears into the cup No amount of sadness will ever be enough I only wish I felt it more When the body is a weapon, then love is a war May the bodies I burn light the way May the bodies I burn light the way May the bodies I burn light the way Feed the dog, bite the hand A curse upon this fucking land Touch the darkness, let me in Feel the cold against your skin Suck the earth into your lungs and drown Hollow bones make a hollow sound Flat on your back looking up at the sky In a hole so deep they will never find you From Letras Mania