Death Beneath The Garden

Burning down
Everything around we’re just burning down
Death beneath the garden

I had a dream
Built upon the graves
Filled with ashes of past days
Death beneath the garden

Everything has been touched
Yet it is just not enough
Blood runs cold and life runs rough
Fucking death beneath the garden

Standing there we serene
The answer to and just a dream
But below emotions blow
Quickly change from hot to cold

Trying to be the things we’re not
I had a thought
We are the death beneath the garden

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