This blister has made a permanent stay

Upon the fingers plagued by a hand

A hand that couldn’t bare to raise up, be seen

And speak like a man



Bury me, let me lay

I’ll be right there when you look away

Bury me, let me lay

Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead



Asphyxiating in water so cold

Frigid straight to the marrow



Pushed down, buried deep inside

Where no light can shine through

To live within weakened thoughts and brittle bones



Bury me, let me lay

I’ll be right there when you look away

Bury me, let me lay

Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead



You start to go under

The waterline feels like a noose



With every step the surface gets closer to your neck

This sovereign baptism is the last thing you’ll have the chance to disrespect



Wicked tongues lick the silver spoon

And the timid become the footpath

While you turn away

Bury me, let me lay

I’ll be right there when you look away

Bury me, let me lay

Punishment waits impatiently



The blind follower requests a closing pardon.

There are no ears to hear this false sermon.

Your faulty judgment displayed so clouded

Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead