"Casket Garden" lyrics

"Casket Garden"

Inherit the nightmares
Can't put them to sleep
Rainstorm of chaos
Awaiting release
Speaking the truth
Considered a crime
A world with murder
On its mind

Believe; be deceived
A wound never closing
We're racing the rate
Humanity's losing
Under the gun
Of a nation imploring
Machine infected
System controlling

In the casket garden
Bonewhite, bloodred
In the casket garden
Dealing with the dead

The blaming days are over too late
Falling into the arms of hate
Witness the execution of mind
Feeding another killing kind

In the casket garden
Bonewhite, bloodred
In the casket garden
Dealing with the dead

In the casket garden
Bonewhite, bloodred
In the casket garden
Dealing with the dead

In the casket garden
Spiders in the web
In the casket garden
Just hate and thread


Writer(s): Frederik John Estby, Rickard Hans Cabeza, Robert Curt Senneback
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