PLANNING FOR BURIAL / PSALM SPLIT
THE SHROUD OF WANT
TAKE A BOW YOUR BRIDE IN PIECES
GOD STRAYED AND MADE THE MAN WITHOUT A SOUL TO CLAIM
NO CROSS COULD BEAR HIS WEIGHT
THE DEVIL WALKS UPRIGHT
A FEVER
THE MARK OF CAIN
IN RUIN YOU’LL PRAY
UPROOTED — WE’LL NEVER INHERIT YOUR SILENCE
THEY’RE COMING HOME HUNGRY
NO BODY WORTH BURNING
YOUR BRIDE IN PIECES
WHERE NAMES ARE WRITTEN ON LEDGERS INSTEAD OF STONE SHE’LL PAINT IN RED ALONE
HER HANDS YOUR UNDOING
VOWS BROKEN
THE SHROUD OF WANT
HE TOOK AND HE TOOK
YOUR FEATHERS — ALL BORROWED
IN ASHES — THE WOOD THAT YOU’VE STOLEN YOU’RE CURSING THE FIRE FOR BURNING
THE WAGE OF SIN
HER HEART IS A BLOODLESS HUNTER
THE WELL THAT YOU POISONED YOU’RE BLAMING FOR THIRSTING
SHE’S ON YOUR SCENT
HER HEART IS A BLOODLESS HUNTER
THE GOD THAT YOU’RE CLAIMING ALREADY STOPPED LISTENING
YOUR BLOOD WILL TELL
YOUR FATE IS A LOADED CHAMBER
BEG
THERE’LL BE NOTHING LEFT TO BURY IN THE DIRT
BEG
YOUR CURFEW HAS COME AND SO HAVE I
BEG
MEASURE OF MY SACRIFICE — UNHOLY OATH
BEG
FOR NO ONE IS COMING TO SAVE YOU
AND WHEN YOU’RE GONE, EVEN YOUR NAME WILL BE FORGOTTEN
YOUR BODY BENT BENEATH MY WILL — MY TESTAMENT
BEG
HE NEVER SAW THE KNIFE I CHOSE FOR HIM
BEG
THE DUST WILL RISE AND SO HAVE I
BEG
I WILL REAP MY DUE
GOD STRAYED AND MADE THE MAN
WITHOUT A SOUL TO CLAIM
NO CROSS COULD BEAR HIS WEIGHT
FOR THE DEVIL WILL CRAWL
S/T
I AM THE SLAUGHTER
I AM THE SLAUGHTER
I’LL SERVE YOU COLD
AN ORPHAN OF MY BODY
YOUR DEEPEST END
THE THEFT THAT SHE SUFFERED UPON YOUR BED
A SEED SOWN IN WANTING
HER FRUIT YOUR LAST
A TRIAL BY FIRE — I’LL LIGHT THE MATCH
ALL HELL HATH NO FURY
I AM THE SLAUGHTER
I’LL SERVE YOU COLD
FEAST OF THE EPIPHANY
CLEAR THE FLOOR AND GATHER SOAPS AND LEAD
THE FLOWER PRUNED AND ROBBED OF ITS OWN SCENT
MAKING ROOM FOR THOSE WORTH KEEPING:
THEY’LL RATION OUT THE BREAD JUST FOR MY FRIENDS
THE THREAD FRAYS
A RIPENING — THE WAR THAT WANTS FOR THEM
LED THEM TO THE DARK FROM WHICH THEY CAME
MAKING ROOM FOR THOSE WORTH KEEPING:
THEY’LL RATION OUT THE BREAD JUST FOR MY FRIENDS
THE THREAD FRAYS
THE CLOTH THEY’RE CUTTING FOR THE QUILT OF PRIDE ALL MEN ARE HIDING UNDER
A FOREIGN HEART INSIDE THEM BEATING
THE FLESH THAT AUTHORED THEM: A RECKONING
UNWORTHY SON
REDLINE MY NAME, UNWORTHY SON
CAST TO YOUR GATE: I’LL BURN IT DOWN
FED AND FORSAKEN FOR ALL MEN’S SORROWS
LAY OUT MY BURDEN SIX FEET TOO SHALLOW
YOUR HOUR WILL COME, UNWORTHY SON
CAST TO YOUR GATE: I’LL BURN IT DOWN
FED AND FORSAKEN FOR ALL MEN’S SORROWS
LAY OUT MY BURDEN SIX FEET TOO SHALLOW