Them - The Acacia Strain

Spirit tomb

Sacrificing fear

We will throw orchids, not roses

Burning on the funeral pyre of the world

Sweet, glowing rot dancing in our nostrils

Scent is memory, remind us to stop breathing

Gravity is life pulling us to the grave

Heaven is a void of light

You are tied down by your emotions

Spiral through the creeping void

The tomb is open

Anyone that comes near

Will retreat in fear of what is inside

Devoured by failure

We have determined that you are not worthy

Gravity is life pulling us to the grave

Heaven is a void of light

You are tied down by your emotions

Spiral through the creeping void