This place feels like a graveyard
This place feels like a graveyard

I just won't get it, no face will place my throne
Just don't matter the fact you denied your own
But there's nothing beyond
There's nothing at all beside ourselves

So it seems, the world just turned grey
So it seems, truth's not worth all your time
Or it's not worth thine

Why would you take it all for granted
Your gods craft death beds
Out of every sin, put a cross to your dead heads

I swear venomous poison is all you praise
Free will is all that it takes - That's all
And there's no god to save your soul

You be tending your clocks on time with that sound
False pretense is your goddamn fault
False pretense is your goddamn fault

I just won't get it
No face will place my throne
Just don't matter the fact
You denied your own
But there's nothing beyond
There's nothing at all beside ourselves
Verse 2 (Summerskin):
This place feels like a graveyard
Will you be living amongst the dead?
Will I be all in my head
Will I be all in my head
Will I be all in my head

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