Coffin Hill

This place that has escaped my steps
All the while I walked, I couldn’t talk
Devoid of passion, just trying to die
In a godless town, where I can’t see the sky
A chantress unknown the strangest eyes
Sings a song for me of the place we die
Moon silver sickle
Fake collapse and demise
Only then I realize, only then I realize

There are rows and rows of casket’s up on coffin hill
A place to lay your heart to rest
A place for blood to spill

I’ll point out heaven as we walk through hell
Singing songs we know all to well
I’ll breath love into you for days
As we enter the mausoleum phase
We bury our pain along the way
In graves with headstones bearing our names
These days they feel the same
These days they feel the same when

There are rows and rows of casket’s up on coffin hill
A place to lay your heart to rest
A place for blood to spill

I have nightmares now that bleed my soul
And when your gone the touch of angel stone
The sculpted dead before me feels as if
This is all I’ve ever known
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home

There are rows and rows of casket’s up on coffin hill
A place to lay your heart to rest
A place for blood to spill