Six Feet - The Last Ten Seconds of Life

Body after body

They never stop turning

My home is built upon the bones

Of the souls who’ve crossed over

I put them on display for the world to weep

Cover their bruises

Scars and ruses

Paint their faces

To show the pain has stopped

Feed them to the Earth

In its belly they will rot

How much land does one man need?

Dressed to impress for unknown places

No more fighting the hurt you’re facing

My home is built upon the bones

Of the souls who’ve crossed over

Body after body

They never stop turning

Body after body

Find my home

See a little bit of myself

In each passing one

Poets, sinners, saints, abusers

Lovers, losers, kings, martyrs

How much land does one man need?

Six feet from his head to his heels

Six feet

Dressed to impress for unknown places

No more fighting the hurt you’re facing

I put them on display for the world to weep

Cover their bruises

Scars and ruses

Paint their faces

To show the pain has stopped

Feed them to the Earth

In its belly they will rot

How much land does one man need?

Six feet from his head to his heels