I woke up with a start
Clawed my way through the graves
A voice inside my head
Can’t fill and can’t be saved

The wind was whistling
Screaming through the trees
Wails of my kin sing to me
Like a symphony

They say…
There’s not much left to see
Not much inside of me

There’s not much time to rest
Now that I’m soulless

Bent on an awful task
Get on with the job at hand
Fingers around your neck
Sticking to the plan

Clods of dirt fill your throat
and my face fills your eyes
Time to say goodnight, Grace
It’s time to say goodnight!

There’s not much left to see
Not much inside of me

There’s not much time to rest
Now that I’m soulless

* * *

There’s a man over the next hill
He has a plan for me and a plan for you
His rictus grin devoid of mirth
His hands stained with guilt and earth

Go fetch your brothers, your sisters, mums and dads
Go take his words, his deeds, his needs
And bathe in their blood
Yeah, bathe in their blood
Then bring back their heads!

* * *

I woke up with a start
Clawed my way through the graves
A voice inside my head
Can’t fill and can’t be saved

The wind was whistling
Screaming through the trees
Wails of my kin sing to me
Like a symphony

They say…
There’s not much left to see
Not much inside of me

There’s not much time to rest
Now that I’m soulless
Now that I’m soulless
Now that I’m soulless…