Lyrics Fit For An Autopsy

Fit For An Autopsy

Tremors

Mountains of bones

Piled high for the picking

Lift our skin to the sky

The tremors won’t end

This is just the beginning

Unwanted fruit of the harvest

Stillborn and barely living

The cries of the abandoned

Stuck between the teeth

A life so fucking sickening

I watched them burn alive in front of me

I watched them take my life out from under me

For nothing

We are nothing

An iron furnace

Filled with ashes of our once great aspirations

This is not what we’re meant to be

Scarred and blinded

My eyes have seen all they can see

Born with burden

Place the blame on destiny

Shattered cemented hearts

Sink like stones

Swept through the currents

They wander through the mountains of bones

I watched them burn alive in front of me

I watched them take my life out from under me

For nothing

We are nothing

Hellbound

Take down narrow paths

An atlas crafted by desperate hands

Never revel in the glory of our past

Those lost direction

Mountains of bones

Piled high for the picking

Lift our skin to the sky

The tremors won’t end

This is just the beginning

Unwanted fruit of the harvest

Stillborn and barely living

The cries of the abandoned

Stuck between the teeth

A life so fucking sickening

The tremors won’t end

Dilated eyes

In hospital beds

Filled with dead dreams

And dead friends

Take me away from this life

So fucking sickening

The tremors won’t end

The tremors won’t end