The Soil Has a Thirst for Blood - Teethgrinder

We have lied to the truth and slept in burning beds

Contemplating the distance between uncertain life and death

Chained to an existence that consists of eternal strife

A black veil of endless suffering begs to clothe me

Through which i perceive the emptiness of reality

Bereft of emotion

A dying whisper of a dying life

My mind is poisoned with visions of the end

As i drag my heels through the dirt to which I am condemned

A shred of bliss, remains untouchable still

Struggling with hopes the future can’t fulfill

A black veil of endless suffering begs to clothe me

Through which I perceive the emptiness of reality

Bereft of emotion

A dying whisper of a dying life

The soil has a thirst for blood

Return my body the earth

Baptize me in fire

Commit me to the ground