Early Grave

I can feel the cancer
In my lungs

The tar in the air we breath
Is made up of poison
Like a chemical fire
And we all inhale the smoke

Every inhale, is met, with the executioners axe
Everything you thought you loved, will be taken in a flash
So step forward, and claim your lungs of ash
Forsake your memories and fade into the black

I cant believe
The price i pay for this
And i cant reason with myself anymore
Im, addicted, to an early grave
Im, addicted, to an early grave

Every Exhale, is left, with the stench of rotting lungs
Rotted teeth and rotted bones, a corpse we will become
Tie a tombstone around your neck, and plunge into the depths
Why pay to meet your maker, Theres faster ways to face your death

The tar in the air we breath
Is made up of poison
Like a chemical fire
And we all inhale the smoke
Im, addicted, to an early grave
Im, addicted, to an early grave



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Weeks
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