Everythings a Grave

(I was made to assist you)
There's a river of red
It runs through you
You animate the dead
What's dead is new
This shovel in our hands
Too lost to save
When it's all you've got
Everything's a grave
Everything's a grave
Two glittering dots
Pinholes through the dark
Augmented eyesight
Obedient acolyte
Doesn't make a sound
As it shifts around
We sit and wait
Therm-optic shape

Are those my shoes?
Are these my hands?
Is this my knife?
Is this part of the plan?
I feel like smiling
I feel like crying
I feel like smiling
I feel like crying

(Steel yourself for the things to come)
(Steel yourself for the things to come)
(I am a prototype)
I am the owner of a lifetime supply of patience and love
Gotta love what you do
The goddess in red
This is what she said
"The slime from below amasses the godhead"
The gutters clogged like a foaming mass
Kneeling with reverence at the seat of the rats
The many eyed
Wet incisor
Feticide
Turn to leather
Breed
Death cult
Fetishize
I lose myself
There is no self
I lose myself
There is no self
(It will get much darker the further you go down this path)

Are those my shoes?
There is no self
Are these my hands?
There is no self
Is this my knife?
Knife
Is this part of the plan?
Knife
There is no self
I feel like smiling
Everything's a grave
I feel like crying
Everything's a grave
I feel like smiling
Everything's a grave
I feel like crying
Everything's a grave