"Roses & Rotting Corpses" lyrics

"Roses & Rotting Corpses"

We are the walking dead
We are the walking dead
I speak to the ghosts I cannot save
If only they would let me fade away
Life is a lie that time betrays
We are all born to die and decay
Through the cracks in the earth I see
We are all born to die and decay
Born to decay

Roses and rotting corpses
All my ghosts dancing on my grave
Dancing in the dust of what we used to be
Feel the grave dirt beneath your feet
Through the cracks in the earth I see
Tangled in the roots of time
Once divine, now serpentine
Tangled in the roots of time

Truth is a corpse buried in the dirt
We are the worms, we die first
Life fades, bones remain
Death and final screams
Everything ends with funeral dreams
Funeral dreams

We are the walking dead
We are the walking dead
Crack the sky and break the earth
We are the worms, we die first

Roses and rotting corpses
All my ghosts dancing on my grave
Dancing in the dust of what we used to be
Feel the grave dirt beneath your feet
Through the cracks in the earth I see
Tangled in the roots of time
Once divine, now serpentine
Tangled in the roots of time

Sulfur and deadwood
I speak to the ghosts I cannot save
If only they would let me fade away
Fade away


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