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The Acacia Strain's "bog walker (feat. sam sawyer)" comes from their latest album 'Failure Will Follow' — out now. Buy/stream at riserecords.lnk.to/FailureWillFollow
Lyrics:
Dying amongst the weeds
This curse belongs to me
This bag of bones
Blood in the flowerbed
The stench of the dead
Eternal cold
Living among the worms
This world no longer turns
We die alone
The blood flows from the wound
What did I mean to you
And we all rot eventually.
Rest well aside the graves.
Spikes and spire erupt from the ground. Maggots crawl on the acrid mound.
The mouth of the world will open and swallow us. No teeth, no tongue; just
nothingness.
A cavernous hole with colorless spray. The screaming will stop eventually.
The soil and grass are tainted with rust. My rotten bloodlust.
Insects crawl over eyes and teeth
Rotten dirt and rotten leaves. bodies writhe under the soil
Not long for this mortal coil
Drying blood covers logs like moss
We met our fate at any cost
Rotting meat for rotting dogs
The planets problems have been solved.
Rest well aside the graves / fed to the worms
Harvest the blood from the crypts. Cherish the first sip.
Hunted ‘neath a poison moon. You live to serve the formless one.
I can’t explain the darkness of the grave
I can’t explain our mistakes. We cannot be saved.
The flesh remembers the wrath of nature.
We till the soil while the corpses spoil
Blinded by the darkness. Strangled by the vines.
You’ll find no peace in sunlight. The roots eclipse its shine.
Grind the dirt into your knees. No blood left for me to bleed.
This world will do as they please. Feel the flames burning the leaves.
Dying amongst the weeds.
#TheAcaciaStrain #bogwalker #FailureWillFollow
The Acacia Strain's "bog walker (feat. sam sawyer)" comes from their latest album 'Failure Will Follow' — out now. Buy/stream at riserecords.lnk.to/FailureWillFollow
Lyrics:
Dying amongst the weeds
This curse belongs to me
This bag of bones
Blood in the flowerbed
The stench of the dead
Eternal cold
Living among the worms
This world no longer turns
We die alone
The blood flows from the wound
What did I mean to you
And we all rot eventually.
Rest well aside the graves.
Spikes and spire erupt from the ground. Maggots crawl on the acrid mound.
The mouth of the world will open and swallow us. No teeth, no tongue; just
nothingness.
A cavernous hole with colorless spray. The screaming will stop eventually.
The soil and grass are tainted with rust. My rotten bloodlust.
Insects crawl over eyes and teeth
Rotten dirt and rotten leaves. bodies writhe under the soil
Not long for this mortal coil
Drying blood covers logs like moss
We met our fate at any cost
Rotting meat for rotting dogs
The planets problems have been solved.
Rest well aside the graves / fed to the worms
Harvest the blood from the crypts. Cherish the first sip.
Hunted ‘neath a poison moon. You live to serve the formless one.
I can’t explain the darkness of the grave
I can’t explain our mistakes. We cannot be saved.
The flesh remembers the wrath of nature.
We till the soil while the corpses spoil
Blinded by the darkness. Strangled by the vines.
You’ll find no peace in sunlight. The roots eclipse its shine.
Grind the dirt into your knees. No blood left for me to bleed.
This world will do as they please. Feel the flames burning the leaves.
Dying amongst the weeds.
#TheAcaciaStrain #bogwalker #FailureWillFollow
