GRAVESON Lyrics

I've been calling for the grave, son I've been calling For the grave, son

I've been calling for the grave, son I've been calling For the grave, son

Oh, here we go again

Little tombstone Sloan, it's your bitter end

Little miss unknown and your favorite friend

This plane I simply outgrown where my thoughts Extend

Oh my, it's another thing

Sights of flames and kings and the dawn of spring

Speedy flight, late night, and a lack of wings

You enjoy the show, I'll just watch the strings

Do no evil, see no evil, I shall speak of nothing

I simply play pretend and cover up all other's Suffering

And even though we've fallen in another recession

I do my best to keep myself away from depression

The Hesitated, never made it, that's why they're all Medicated

Keep the soul down and sedated, watch the screen And replicate it

Even death is liquidated, ask someone who's Syndicated

Everything is orchestrated until the day it's Infiltrated

And I Really wanna tell the time to stop

But I'm caught up in a non-stop world of pop shops

We even profit on the raindrops and the laptops Give me profits as a new prop, when that news drop

Am I the only one that thinks this shit is weird?

I only sing along with voices no one else can hear

They speak in whispers and they tell me all your Inner fears

As well as all the secrets you take to the tomb

I've been calling for the grave, son I've been calling For the grave, son

I've been calling for the grave, son I've been calling For the grave, son

I've been calling for the grave, son I've been calling For the grave, son