Storm Drains - Fit For An Autopsy

I’d pour a bottle down my throat if it really helped

But we know it doesn’t

It’s a fucking cop out and I wish it wasn’t

Let me sink

Let me sink

Into the space between the storm drains

So I can hear

The trampling on the pavement above

No one here

No one here

Has any thought to question

Why we kill

Why we kill the things we pretend to love

We didn’t earn a chance to feel at peace

We just pretend we gave it a shot

While worlds away the cultures weep

As the symbol of the casualties we forgot

Who the fuck gave us the pass

Alphas in the pig pen

Sucking back the feed

Like some kind of godsend

Let me sink

Let me sink

Into the space between the storm drains

So I can hear

The trampling on the pavement above

No one here

No one here

Has any thought to question

Why we kill

Why we kill the things we pretend to love

Life is a lost cause

Lost

Lost under the surface

Lost

No place, no purpose

Lost

Lost between the dirt and the stones

I’d rather lie with the worms then the filth in our homes

Let me sink

Let me sink