Alone; just the night for company
Tattered man with just memories
A corpse staked out for all to see
Tormented martyr
Silent whisper echoes across the fields
"What is it like to be dead?"
Screams the man on the stake
"What's it like, world...to be dead?"
The old oak draws it's branches away
The birds will not rest on its arms
As he rots, slowly but surely
And with him takes the world itself
The crops grow, food for plenty
But the virus out stretches its arms
He drains the lifeblood
And crop withers and dies
Beasts of carrion, smell the meat
And circle close by, then venture near
He smiles a tormented, twisted smile
Laughs at the rotting corpse of humanity
Deviated Instinct - Scarecrow Lyrics
Deviated Instinct - Scarecrow Lyrics
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Alone; just the night for company
Tattered man with just memories
A corpse staked out for all to see
Tormented martyr
Silent whisper echoes across the fields
"What is it like to be dead?"
Screams the man on the stake
"What's it like, world...to be dead?"
The old oak draws it's branches away
The birds will not rest on its arms
As he rots, slowly but surely
And with him takes the world itself
The crops grow, food for plenty
But the virus out stretches its arms
He drains the lifeblood
And crop withers and dies
Beasts of carrion, smell the meat
And circle close by, then venture near
He smiles a tormented, twisted smile
Laughs at the rotting corpse of humanity
Tattered man with just memories
A corpse staked out for all to see
Tormented martyr
Silent whisper echoes across the fields
"What is it like to be dead?"
Screams the man on the stake
"What's it like, world...to be dead?"
The old oak draws it's branches away
The birds will not rest on its arms
As he rots, slowly but surely
And with him takes the world itself
The crops grow, food for plenty
But the virus out stretches its arms
He drains the lifeblood
And crop withers and dies
Beasts of carrion, smell the meat
And circle close by, then venture near
He smiles a tormented, twisted smile
Laughs at the rotting corpse of humanity
Writer: ROBERT JOHN MIDDLETON, STEVEN RICHARD HARVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Deviated Instinct
Language: English
Written by: ROBERT JOHN MIDDLETON, STEVEN RICHARD HARVEY