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Fit For An Autopsy

The Man That I Was Not

 

The Man That I Was Not

(album: Oh What The Future Holds - 2022)


Beggars can't be choosers
Unless they opt out of the game
In rose-colored relief
Empty out
A glass of my own veins

I kicked that back when
Self-improvement sounded oh so sound
A toast to the good old days
They'll be rats here soon
If it stays this quiet

Let 'em in, let 'em stay
Let 'em in, let 'em stay
(At least something get's what it wants)
Let 'em in, let 'em stay
Let 'em in, let 'em stay

Make me the man that I was not
I've dug this grave a hundred times
The dirt, exhausted as the mind
Make me the man that I was not

Cold feet at the altar of fire
Inhale the ash until the lungs retire
Make me the man I was not

We are worlds apart

A phantom in a fossilized city
Where familiar alleys of dirt and stink
Hide a disposable culture
Into a vacuum of hope, we sink

Phantom pain
Phantom love in chest cavities, be gone
Move on
As the teeth bite the tongue to taste what is asked for

You will get what you want
You will get what you need
Get what you deserve
Ask and you shall receive

You will get what you want
You will get what you need
Get what you deserve
You get nothing

Let us be forgotten
Let us be forgotten
Make me the man that I was not

I've dug this grave a hundred times
The dirt, exhausted as the mind
Make me the man that I was not

Cold feet at the altar of fire
Inhale the ash until the lungs retire
Make me the man I was not
We are worlds apart

Let 'em in, let 'em stay
Let 'em in, let 'em stay
(At least something gets what it wants)

'Cause the god that gives
Always takes away

(Grieve)
(Servant)
(Lesser man)
(Plead to close the hole inside)
(Betrayer of self)

The paradise we dream
Just an oasis in the abyss
I've dug this grave a hundred times
If only to not exist

In the tragedy between earth and sky
Where suffering collides
We are worlds apart

There will never be a light for the black hearts
There will never be a light for the black hearts
There will never be a light for the black hearts

There will never be a light for the black hearts
There will never be a light for the black hearts
There will never be a light for the black hearts

There will never be a light for the black hearts
(There will never be a light for the black hearts)
There will never be a light for the black hearts
(There will never be a light for the black hearts)
There will never be a light for the black hearts

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