Face Down In A Mass Grave Lyrics

The half moon stopped dead in its tracks

Its fall broken by a golden neck brace

Gifted in, in all of its honor

Of nobility and servitude

Towards high dividend reimbursements

Towards high dividend reimbursements

Face down in a mass grave

The world turns away

But the lunar eye looks down on me with pity and disdain

Worship idols, consume the products

It all means the same

How could I have stayed in your graces?

Reflections of this lowly form

A cruel mentor meant to show me what pain is

Its light blisters the earth with scorn

The half moon stopped

Dead in its tracks

The half moon stopped

Dead in its tracks

Face down in a mass grave

The world turns away

But the lunar eye looks down on me with pity and disdain

Worship idols, consume the products

It all means the same