Lyrics Butcher Babies – Gravemaker

I am a gravemaker you are all bleeding together
Your eyes, limbs, words
I can’t be, I won’t be your
A twisted pile of metal in my head

Bent over bleeding
And my skin is crawling with leeches
From slumming they’re feeding off my name
Exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside

I’ll drag you to hell with me
I’ll drag you to hell
I’ll drag you to hell
To hell with me

I am a casualty stripped of my cage
Extracting each vein to fit in
I can’t be, I won’t be your
Scratched from behind your pulling my nerves
From inside to cover your sins
Tear off my skin, make me bleed
I can’t be, I won’t be your god
You wanted a god? Well, here’s your god

Bent over bleeding
And my skin is crawling with leeches
From slumming they’re feeding off my name

I’ll drag you to hell with me
I’ll drag you to hell
I’ll drag you to hell
To hell with me

«Therefore, brethren. I call upon you, through the compassions and mercies of God, to present your bodies.
A sacrifice — living, sanctified, acceptable to God — your intelligent, spiritual service.»

I can’t fix your human tragedy as I’m your victim
I can’t be the leash you want me to be when I’m constricted
I won’t be your god! I can’t be your god! I won’t be your god!
I’m not your fucking god

I’ll drag you to hell with me
I’ll drag you to hell
To hell with me…