Starring at a wall for most of the day
Face down in ceilings couldn't pull away
Pray for me my soul does take
As I slip away and go insane
Don't build for me an empty grave

Don't need the promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Broken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpse

I have this dream where I cut out my tongue
So I can't make promises that can never be done
Brittle strands become threads
Breaking fast as the dead spreads

Don't need the promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Broken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpse

Don't need the promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Broken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpse

Don't need the promise of heaven
Just faith I'll pass twenty seven
Broken at the source
Let me be your singing corpse
Singing corpse

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Writer(s): ALEXANDER MAX HERSHENOW, ELIZABETH PLAPINGER