Digging up shallow graves from
The days past, however many bones
Laid to rest in hollow holes
And covered with tainted memories
Trudging through a swampy mold
Black and blurry faces being told
Cast your sins in metal gold
Behold your Idol, still smoldering
Holding on to callous woes
The wart is becoming tumorous
Bleed it out into a bowl
And drink up your deliverance.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
Digging up shallow graves from
The days past, however many bones
Laid to rest in hollow holes
And covered with tainted memories
Trudging through a swampy mold
Black and blurry faces being told
Cast your sins in metal gold
Behold your Idol, still smoldering
Holding on to callous woes
The wart is becoming tumorous
Bleed it out into a bowl
And drink up your deliverance.
