Lyrics Fit For An Autopsy

Fit For An Autopsy

Spiral

Embrace true emptiness

Embrace true emptiness

Behind the eyes the beast is man is never far

Dormant until we accept what we are

No saints. No grace

There is no relief from the mountains of grief

Intricately, assembled stone by stone

The art of deception, in theory and practice

Smothers any compassion we could hope to salvage

There is no progress, when forward motions just a test

Of another mans lust for greed

The will to resist disappears in the midst

Staining the sky in eternal misery

Intertwined in end times

Wondrous webs of deceit we weave

Behind the eyes, the beast in man is never far

Only dormant until we accept what we are

Don't save me

There's nowhere to stay

That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Don't save me

There's nowhere to stay

That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Embrace true emptiness

Embrace true emptiness

Behind the eyes the beast in man is never far

Dormant until we accept what we are

No saints. No grace

The last lights drift

Deep down into the spiral

Where same and denial

Are forever and final

The last lights drift

Deep down into the spiral

Where same and denial

Are forever and final

Don't save me

Nomad on an orphan earth

There's nowhere to stay

That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Don't save me

Nomad on an orphan earth

There's nowhere to stay

That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Don't save me

Don't save me