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de The Acacia Strain

Insects crawl over eyes and teeth
Rotten dirt and rotten leaves
Bodies writhe under the soil
Not long for this mortal coil
Drying blood covers logs like moss
We met our fate at any cost
Rotting meat for rotting dogs
The planet's problems have been solved

Rest well aside the graves
Fed to the worms

Harvest the blood from the crypts
Cherish the first sip
Hunted 'neath a poison Moon
You live to serve the formless one

I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain our mistakes

I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain, explain our mistakes
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain, we cannot be saved

The flesh remembers the wrath of nature
We till the soil while the corpses spoil
Blinded by the darkness
Strangled by the vines
You'll find no peace in sunlight
The roots eclipse its shine

Dying amongst the weeds
Grind the dirt into your knees
Dying amongst the weeds
No blood left for me to bleed
Dying amongst the weeds
This world will do as they please
Dying amongst the weeds
Feel the flames burning the leaves

Dying amongst the weeds
Dying amongst the weeds
Dying amongst the weeds

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