Our Grave Philosophy

You'll see me wander through the haunted

Hallways, you'll see me running on the

Trail of ghost, for I have been adapting

To a grave philosophy, something

Precious to deny us both

You'll see me spitting in the face of

Yesterday, you'll see me slit the pulse

Of common sense, redemption is but a

Whore that we love to tarnish, revel in

It's flesh with wounds open wide

Let me walk away this time

Cause I don't have a clue

How to make you satisfied

How to bring you back to life

I'm not here to pleasure you

So stand straight now

Or you'll fall as I walk

So behave now

It's how you say it, how

You feel it, there is nothing

I can do, if you won't live it