Splintered Bones from Assemble by October Bird of Death

Marching to the beat of death's lies
These souls will visit their graves tonight
A sip of whiskey to warm the tongue
Fireflies lead the wayward sons
Keeping company with adrenaline
The sight of breath reveals life again
These souls will visit their unmarked graves
It’s time to die today!

The sound of jazz permeates in my head
May we get to heaven
before the devil knows we’re dead
Paint the town an off-color of gray
Color blindness is funny that way
The last "hurrah" before I go

If this graveyard becomes my home
Please lay to rest my rattling bones
If this coffin seals my dreams
Don't let loved ones hear my screams
Cut out my eye for it has sinned
No time now, death creeps in!
If this graveyard becomes my home
We'll all die, but we won't be alone

Mortician paint me up a face
Drain blood embalm corpse from dismay

Rejoice who have fallen
for it's our eradication/complete destruction
The soul forever disconnected from the flesh decay
I shall see you in the heavens, please do not distress
I’ll see you there on judgment day

And we'll be... (BE DEAD!)
Splintered bones!
Our bodies will rot! (WILL ROT!)
Escape our souls

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