Uploaded January 2019 | Updated September 2026, 56 minutes ago

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From the album Flesh Coffin, out now: lorna.lnk.to/FC

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FLESH COFFIN

We’re dead inside

Born of this body
For I have not chosen 
This haunted life of mine 
Far beyond the astral waves of time

Have I stumbled onto the final frontier 
Memory appears to be so very malleable 
Now a tool rather than a gravestone to cling to 
I am god

How is this possible I’ve spent these years perfecting the art of wasting away and so it appears That death as they claim is not the final resting place

{onto the next life}

My mind adrift as I weave through the dreams 
Weeping before my past 
Life’s not what it seems 
I watch it all as it all comes to pass 
Memories held within my grasp

As I bend all matter at the will of my mind 
I see reality we are all slaves to time 

No longer pressed to this weight of this nothingness 
Weaving in and out of memories that have chosen not to fade with time awoken before these Once dying eyes  

Born of this body
For I have not chosen 
This haunted life of mine 
Far beyond the astral waves of times 

How is this possible I’ve spent these years perfecting the art of wasting away and so it appears That death as they claim is not the final resting place

Bury the bones bury the lives
Bury the hope bury the skies
The truth of it all we’re dead inside

We’re dead inside 

No longer pressed to this weight of nothingness 
Weaving in and out of memories that have chosen not to fade with time awoken before these Once dying eyes  

My mind adrift as I weave through dreams 
Weeping before my past life’s not what it seems 
I watch it all as it comes to pass 
Memories held within my grasp

We’re dead inside