Far from what you would call home
You never wanted to know
Ignore the serpents, as they squirm under your pillow
Needles puncture the veins beneath my skin
I've been bleeding out on your doorstep
But you still won't let me in
My judgement's passed by martyrs
Claiming that they know of my worth
Taking shelter in the heavens
Dreaming nightmares of my world
Dress me in the skin of another
Coat my body in horrific waste
You brand me like some cattle for slaughter
Just to satisfy your terrible taste
CHAIR OF NAILS
I've been slowly bending backwards
To the hymn of your disgrace
Neverending fucking torment
Your judgment is a mistake
(Far from what you would call home
You never wanted to know)
Ignore the serpents, as they squirm under your pillow
Dress me in the skin of another
Coat my body in horrific waste
You brand me like some cattle for slaughter
Just to satisfy your terrible taste
CHAIR OF NAILS
Put an end to your tiring words
We all return to the dirt in the earth
Feeding the soil and fulfilling our curse
We all were born to be put in a hearse
Put an end to your tiring words
We all return to the dirt in the earth
Feeding the soil and fulfilling our curse
We were born to be put in a hearse
