Death of a god Songtext / Lyric

Depressions when I think about your leaving
Nothing’s able to replace your warmth
Who can ever get over this bereavement?
Now I’m digging with my hands to take you out

Some say it’s an atrocity
They say I’m a selfish ghoul
But have they an idea how much pain it is?
Now I’m taking your bones with me

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Even if you’re dead my love goes on
I told myself million times you’re gone
I wish I couldn’t feel at all
Back into the black…..I fall, I fall, I fall

My hand are dirty and black from the sand
Broken a few nails by open your coffin
All the leaves of the rose in your hand are dead
Some worms are creeping out of your skull

Your heart looks like a rotten apple
But it’s my one that feels like that
Looking at a part of your face makes me sick
I wonder how the mould on your lips taste

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