Текст песни Them - The Acacia Strain

Spirit tomb
Sacrificing fear
We will throw orchids, not roses
Burning on the funeral pyre of the world
Sweet glowing rot dancing in our nostrils
Scent is memory, remind us to stop breathing
Gravity is life pulling us to the grave
Heaven is a void of light
You are tied down by your emotions
Spiral through the creeping void
The tomb is open
Anyone that comes near
Will retreat in fear of what is inside
Devoured by failure
We have determined that you are not worthy
Gravity is life pulling us to the grave
Heaven is a void of light
You are tied down by your emotions
Spiral through the creeping void