My Fist Smells Like Graveyard letra

claim your place as victim in the perverse knowledge of
something to fall back on with hands held so loosely as i
pour the water through so many times i tried not to wonder
conflicts avoided words mumbled under breath truth buried
out behind a face the advantage taken with no thought to
rectify when the well is dry they will reattach themselves
and again the face smiles but not to mine

Funeral Diner - Letras

• ... And The Beast Shall Be Made Legion
• .5
• A True Triumph Of Man VS. Machine
• Addendum
• Anemic Bulemic
• Borne Upon My Shield
• Carved from Stone
• Chalk Angels
• Chameleon (Nexus 6)
• Choirs And Cannons
• City Of Webs
• Collapsing
• Direct Hit
• Easy Chair Method
• End On 6
• Fire... Deth
• For The Beasts
• I Was The Sword
• I Wish I Could Do The Backstroke
• It Burns
• It Is Good That We Never Met
• Lackluster
• Let Me Get A Few Practice Stabs
• Lucky Strike
• My Fist Smells Like Graveyard
• Neither Option
• Never To Be
• Paper
• Regardless We Fall
• Shifting
• Sleeping Boy The Paranoid
• Syncope
• The Night Builders
• The Wicked
• There Is No Today's Today, So There Will Be No Yesterday's Tomorrow
• This Optimism
• This Truly Is God's Country
• This Wrath
• Tom Safety Net
• Two Houses
• Two More
• Under
• We All Have Blood On Our Hands
• We Become Buried
• We Don't Belong In Concrete
• Wearing Thin
• Welcome To My Book Collection
• Yeah, You Remember That