[Lyric] Obituaries (Booklegger)

You burned a hole like the sun
Darkest light, shining bright
In our eyes
You dug a hole that fills with life
Careful and slow
In our hearts with a knife
I wish your god was real
I know he would punish you

Your tombstone reads:
"May he rot in death
As he did in life."

Sekhmet's breath
Scorching your neck
Her wind runs red
Through your head
Drunk with death
You deserve what will be written
I wish your god was real
I know he would punish you
Your tombstone reads:
"May he rot in death
As he did in life"

Your death is mеaningless
As is your life