A world full of souls that have been dead for years
They just haven't disposed of their bodies yet
Stumbling meaninglessly through each day of their mundane lives
Bereft of purpose, their souls will forever rot
Heaven or hell
Death does not care
His only purpose
Is to send you there
A living graveyard
Breathes its last breath
Psychopomp's regards
A sentence of death
Painting ivory towers made out of sand and fog
Deluded efforts to preserve their legacy
Mask themselves with illusory significance
All look the same once the rigor mortis sets in
Heaven or hell
Death does not care
His only purpose
Is to send you there
A living graveyard
Breathes its last breath
Psychopomp's regards
A sentence of death
Morticide - A Living Graveyard Lyrics
Morticide - A Living Graveyard Lyrics
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A world full of souls that have been dead for years
They just haven't disposed of their bodies yet
Stumbling meaninglessly through each day of their mundane lives
Bereft of purpose, their souls will forever rot
Heaven or hell
Death does not care
His only purpose
Is to send you there
A living graveyard
Breathes its last breath
Psychopomp's regards
A sentence of death
Painting ivory towers made out of sand and fog
Deluded efforts to preserve their legacy
Mask themselves with illusory significance
All look the same once the rigor mortis sets in
Heaven or hell
Death does not care
His only purpose
Is to send you there
A living graveyard
Breathes its last breath
Psychopomp's regards
A sentence of death
They just haven't disposed of their bodies yet
Stumbling meaninglessly through each day of their mundane lives
Bereft of purpose, their souls will forever rot
Heaven or hell
Death does not care
His only purpose
Is to send you there
A living graveyard
Breathes its last breath
Psychopomp's regards
A sentence of death
Painting ivory towers made out of sand and fog
Deluded efforts to preserve their legacy
Mask themselves with illusory significance
All look the same once the rigor mortis sets in
Heaven or hell
Death does not care
His only purpose
Is to send you there
A living graveyard
Breathes its last breath
Psychopomp's regards
A sentence of death
Writer: Shane Whalen, Josh Dominus
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid