Calloused Mouth - The Acacia Strain

Never loved, never lost

Everybody breaks, everybody falls

Move on, stay gone

Restrained forever, life in shackles

Thrown to the wolves and fed to the jackals

The walls to my prison are higher than most

We buried their bodies and we live with their ghosts

All that lives to dust

The ground caves in around us

Wounded and weeping with none to console

The mouth of the mountain will swallow you whole

Buy me a nice plot for my burial

A spot on the shady side of the hill

Everything I am will fade away

But I’ll still have my spot in the shade

My brain is fucking rotting

I’d rather lay here dying than to listen to your talking

Inhale anger, breathe in the salt

Hold it in exhale out

Into your calloused mouth

You should be ashamed of yourself

You should have stayed dead

Caught myself weeping for you, I should have killed you instead

You should have stayed dead

Caught myself weeping for you, I should have killed you instead

Mentally slipping

Physically drifting

Mentally slipping

Physically drifting