Acid Flash - The Greenery

Digging our path but we’re digging more graves

The shallow one’s for you if you get in our way

Relentless and charming, we lower you in

The knife, your back, the story ends

We are the authors of the end of days

We are the ditch diggers

We’ll dance on your god damned graves

The skyline becomes reversed, I can feel the hunger burn

Your skin begins to peel, become one with the curse

We’re coming for you late in the night

Creeping in the darkness and wrecking your life

Exploiting your weakness, creating your fears

We’ll be the nightmare to live on for years

And when the final hour approaches

And the stones have turned to sand

Let the spiteful hammer of justice

Be driven by your hand

By your hand / Bow your head