Empty Graves

[Intro: Criminal Manne]
Blunt Christ beats
They're gonna see you hoes in Hell

[Verse: Mortis Grimm]
Waking up, popping pills, trying to get my head straight
Try to pray and talk to God but he called in sick today
Try to call my family but they phones go straight to voicemail
Pistol to my temple, should I pull the trigger? Might as well
Some are saying "Please, don't do it"
Some are saying that I'm needed
They don't see the shit I go through, feeling like my soul's defeated
Noose around my neck, with one step I know that I'll quit breathing
Vertical incisions on my wrists, the blood has got me fiending
My wife said she'd hate mе, children cry because thеy miss me
Tears of blood fall like a rain, I'm walking through the cemetery
Swallow all my problems one by one like popping Hydro
Gun under my chin, I cock it back, now watch my head explode

[Interlude]
Blunt Christ beats

[Chorus: Mortis Grimm]
Body's going numb, don't feel a thing, it's like brain's sedated
Like the flesh sliced off the carcass right before the vultures' ate it
Pick apart the meat from bone, separate the soul and spirit
Lay it in this empty grave, if I scream no one will hear it