Burial Grounds - Falsifier

Place two coins

upon your eyes

Lay you to rest

In a bed made of pine

I reject all faith in humanity

I have no remorse and no sympathy

Hell bent on self destruction

Your life has become nothing

This hate inside my heart

Burns through the fear that flows in my veins

I hope you’ve made your peace

You’ve dug your grave, now rot in it

I’ve lost my mind

Close your eyes

Lay you to rest

In a bed made of pine

You play the victim every time

Sooner or later your life will be mine

I will consume you

Death will flow through you