Cracked Vase

Tip toe on the gravestones and
Poppies in the mist
Tension from the shallow
chains around my wrist
Crawling over wire
The air is stained with death
No one ever sees me
No one hears my breath
Seeking to destroy it
Hereditary greed
A blade will cut it deeply
But it won't make it bleed
A blade will cut it deeply
But it won't make it bleed

Slipped out of a cracked vase
Diggin up bones
Workin on my case
Gotta go home

Slipped out of a cracked vase
Diggin up bones
Workin on my case
Gotta go home

Looking at the headstones
Reading through the years
Think about my childhood
Sentimental fears
Red hot flaming memories
Stab me in the back
Give me all those powers
I always thought I lacked
Spooky reality
Standing all alone
Flaming lightning strikes
My name is etched in stone
Flaming lightning strikes
My name is etched in stone

Slipped out of a cracked vase
Diggin up bones
Workin on my case
Gotta go home

Slipped out of a cracked vase
Diggin up bones
Workin on my case
Gotta go home



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Oliver
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