The Wretch

Fit For An Autopsy

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Heaven is burning

Shrill shrieks of beaten dogs
No shelter in this house
On severed ears no prayers shall fall
A rusted lore of razors pour from a rotting mouth

Templed muzzle, burning thief
Paint epitaphs of God and grief
May you never rest in peace
Never rest in peace
Never

The wound won't close
Don't stop the bleeding
Now the only world I know
Is a world worth killing

The haunt in our eyes, returning
A halo denied, heaven is burning

The wretch of vicious days
Faint embers wain in coldest nights
A lesion leaking memories
These monuments of God and grief
May you never rest in peace
Never rest in peace

Bones of angels buried in worms
Chained to the flesh of a sickening earth
We are the fallen saints
The wretch, the curse, imprisoned in dirt

The haunt in our eyes, returning
A halo denied, heaven is burning

The wound won't close
Don't stop the bleeding
Now the only world I know, is a world worth killing
The haunt in our eyes, returning
A halo denied, heaven is burning