Lyrics Mask Maker - Fit for An Autopsy
Layers
of
soil
turn
to
stone
long
ago
And
i
can't
remember
when
we
held
each
other
like
brothers
Layers
of
sand
eroded
the
bone
long
ago
And
I
can't
remember
why
we
took
the
child
from
the
mother
Hope
is
a
lie
and
you
bought
it
Hook,
line,
and
sinker
We
gave
you
the
out
but
you
just
dug
in
deeper
In
the
pockets
of
the
salesman
and
the
serpent
Swarm
upon
the
cowards,
frozen
in
fear
How
I
pray
for
the
end
For
the
end
to
draw
near
The
ghosts
are
crying
out
for
us
Our
ancerstors
names
are
stained
with
shame
Who
the
fuck
wrote
the
laws
of
man
Man,
we
should
all
just
burn
in
the
flames
Mask
maker
fuel
the
furnace
Take
the
dying
hearts
within
your
hands
Mask
maker
fill
the
oceans
With
skeletons
and
blackened
sand
Layers
of
soil
turned
to
stone
long
ago
And
I
can't
remember
when
we
held
each
other
like
brothers
Layers
of
sand
eroded
the
bone
long
ago
And
I
can't
remember
why
we
took
the
child
from
the
mother
I've
spent
too
many
nights
starving
for
solace.
Reaching
for
a
hand
that
was
never
there
Sinking
deeper
into
the
coldest
pit
Of
self
inflicted
human
despair
The
ghosts
are
crying
out
for
us
Our
ancerstors
names
are
stained
with
shame
Who
the
fuck
wrote
the
laws
of
man
Man,
we
should
all
just
burn
in
the
flames
Mask
maker
fuel
the
furnace
Take
the
dying
hearts
within
your
hands
Mask
maker
fill
the
oceans
With
skeletons
and
blackened
sand
I
would
rather
be
a
corpse
than
the
man
I
am
Just
another
dead
fucking
pessimist
Fuck
the
optimists
Just
another
dead
fucking
pessimist
I
would
rather
be
a
corpse
than
the
man
I
am
Fuck
the
optimists
I
would
rather
be
a
corpse
than
the
man
I
am
Dead
fucking
pessimist
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