Call In The Coroner

Fire on the innocent and the guilty
On the saints and sinners alike
Though Apophis knows no mercy
He's an angel compared to the man who has nothing to lose
The sad hunter the forsaken swain societies most malignant creation
If idle hands are the devil's play things
These hands will crack the Earth to tear the devil apart

A scroll we've only taped to tear, live or die, who fucking cares?
A void behind consumer's vail, begging with intent to sell
Leave me cold on jagged stone, a game of cat, and mouse so cruel
Breathe in the dirt, dead skin and bone
Which clouds the air inside your tomb, go!

I've just been goin' through the motions
With an empty smile bolted on my face
Ever since the day we started, I've been stratchin' forks at empty plates
Now, I finally realize it's fucking pointless to fight a battle for somebody
Who just does not care and never has, and never will
I'm better off all on my own
So, you can rest your head beneath headstone, for all I care, for all I care

I've lost that lust for life, I once possessed, when there were fewer years, and mass upon my shoulders
I've lost that need to thrive, that compulsion to feel, to create to discover
Somebody, please, call in the coroner
Just because I'm moving, doesn't mean I'm not a corpse
Soon, I'll be building our casket from the scrapes of these bridges destroyed
By the storms I've been brewin'

I've just been goin' through the motions with an empty smile bolted on my face
Ever since the day we started, I've been scratchin' forks at empty plates
Now, I finally realize it's fucking pointless to fight a battle for
Somebody who just does not care and never has, and never will
I'm better off all on my own
So, you can rest your head beneath the headstone, for all I care, for all I care

Foreign flesh to tear your insides
Sharpened steel to tear your throat
No longer will you be the one to tie my hanging rope
It's over!