​bog walker The Acacia Strain (Ft. Sam Sawyer)

[Vincent Bennett]
Dying amongst the weeds
This bag of bones
This curse belongs to me
This bag of bones
Blood in the flowerbed
Eternal cold
The stench of the dead
Eternal cold

[Vincent Bennett]
Living among the worms
We die alone
This world no longer turns
We die alone
The blood flows from the wound
And we all rot
What did I mean to you
And we all rot eventually

[Vincent Bennett]
Rest well aside the graves
Rest well aside the graves

[Vincent Bennett]
Spikes and spires еrupt from the ground
Maggots crawl on the acrid mound
The mouth of thе 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