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My arms are sewn into the wall, can’t breathe or leave this place

Minds are something rarity

Leave your lives at the doorstep, and lock the exit tight

These rules like to bleed my sores



No rest in peace

I rest in pieces

No rest in peace

I rest in pieces

No rest in peace

I rest in pieces

No rest in peace



Bring nothing to the show, the show’s been cancelled

Make some tea for one

Beautiful once belonged, belonging is something that I want

The edge of this sword is sharper than hell



No rest in peace

I rest in pieces

No rest in peace

I rest in pieces

No rest in peace

I rest in pieces

No rest in peace



The bells toll for shadow-time, the grin rises in my mind

The fire’s gone so I can go

Pierce their minds, pierce the silence, draw the crowds so I can breathe

It’s time for me to fly



I’ll leave this place

I’ll never come back

I’ll leave this place

I’ll never come back

I’ll leave this place

I’ll never come back

I'll lie beneath the lights

I'm alone and I am bored

I'm a drunkard and a whore

I've been raped of who I am

I've been spared a warming hand



We dig up graves to find our home

But home is something I don't own

Locked and strapped and chained in hells

My soul is weak and weary swells



The spiders sews its wirey sword

And pierces my skin for being of bored

I cry out for the souls that warmed my tears

My smile's been absent for eighteen years

I'm a toy made of skin and bones

The days are empty, I can't face the mirror any more

Into the fire, I smile towards my home

Into the fire, I will never be alone



The thickest disgrace

My worst act is to love

And to walk your earth

Tear me away

I don't belong here



My cradle wastes away

As I do, bound and nailed to this place

Into the fire

Into the fire

Into the fire

It's time to look through their glass eye,

Time has come and time's gone by,

A broken temper looks so shy,

The morning flames the mind,

A golden spear pierces my eyes.



Oh why, oh why can't we think,

Their thoughts begin to fester and stink,

And comes the horseman baring souls on his sleeve,

Ideas can never conceive.



The villiage will storm and burn,

The witch is on the stake tonight,

Skewer the ghost that means no harm,

Kill the hopes that only plot.