After the Burial
Single • 2019
These old scars Callous against the touch Maps made of flesh and bone A glacial serenity we find our way Notes scrawled of crimson and blue Sought the light of a dimming existence Unwinding as the ghost of me was pulled away Destroyer of worlds We roam these realms forgotten Forgive me for I am man Cosmic labyrinthian Unearth the soul as I reach in All hands lost in the crimson Do we feel what we cannot touch Can we pull ourselves from the rust All hands lost in the crimson Keep the outside never in Nothing matters When focused on the past Our futures shatter Do we feel what we cannot touch Can we pull ourselves from the rust I'm only seen in the pictures Most days are a bitter pain Amongst the shipwrecked Cosmic labyrinthian Unearth the soul as I reach in All hands lost in the crimson Do we feel what we cannot touch Can we pull ourselves from the rust All hands lost in the crimson
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 09, 2025
Eternal fury - the wrath within Scorched by the fires that sent me Battle on into the night In shallow graves - they will suffer Smash everything around you, it’s all yours if you wish Give and take in the palm of your hand Return us all where we begin Spun of earth, masked and secret, liars hide inside us all With sharpened teeth vast that never end To the gallows, we descend Lost to the patterns of pitch and smoke Where we will beg Outside asylum that can't exist Where we will beg All those who oppose us, pushed down and stamped out Behold the crown of misery A question of violent faith, to question all of Man Lost to the patterns of pitch and smoke Where we will beg Caught outside a safeness that didn't exist Where we will beg
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 09, 2025
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