Famine
This house
The final bone bound for the break
The edges of the place
Widen out into a grave that opens now yet further still
Our coffin for the burn, burn
Burn it all down (DOWN!)
Placate this hollow cavity inside without a soul
I see you waiting in the darkness
A demon feeding on this carcass that I called home
That we called home
Your endless screams are the truth of eulogy
One last tragedy
For the moratorium of epitaphs in all the ways we bleed
These hands broken between you and me
Break, break, break it all down (DOWN!)
And drive home these nails that we never wanted found
I see you waiting in the darkness
A demon feeding on this carcass that we called home
Oh, goddamn
You are a sick and twisted disease
I feel ashamed for all the times I came to you on my knees
You said this time it would be different, but you lied
And now this time I feel empty inside your eyes
The sex and drugs and pain
Shaking on this dreadful night
Now all your plagues have left me empty
Consumed by this divide
1, 2 . . .
So you make
Famine
This place
Our final bone bound for the break
You make famine
This place
Our final bone bound for the break
The final bone bound for the break
The edges of the place
Widen out into a grave that opens now yet further still
Our coffin for the burn, burn
Burn it all down (DOWN!)
Placate this hollow cavity inside without a soul
I see you waiting in the darkness
A demon feeding on this carcass that I called home
That we called home
Your endless screams are the truth of eulogy
One last tragedy
For the moratorium of epitaphs in all the ways we bleed
These hands broken between you and me
Break, break, break it all down (DOWN!)
And drive home these nails that we never wanted found
I see you waiting in the darkness
A demon feeding on this carcass that we called home
Oh, goddamn
You are a sick and twisted disease
I feel ashamed for all the times I came to you on my knees
You said this time it would be different, but you lied
And now this time I feel empty inside your eyes
The sex and drugs and pain
Shaking on this dreadful night
Now all your plagues have left me empty
Consumed by this divide
1, 2 . . .
So you make
Famine
This place
Our final bone bound for the break
You make famine
This place
Our final bone bound for the break
Credits
Writer(s): John Philip Huber, Curtis Alan Decamp, Damian Richard Goulet, Matthew William Person, Jody Ray Smith
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