POST MORTEM BLUES
by The Setup· from Minister of Death
And all I wanted was to rip life away from the jaws of death…
It stings my eyes, I see: my death, my fear, my worst enemy
Shackle my hands and break my knees. Grasping at the ghosts but they’re all out of reach
What I was and ought to be
Has gone to hell with you
What I was and what I’ll be
Has gone to hell with you..
It’s fucking hell it turns my blood to ice…
I fear the breathing, it drains the life out of me
It’s fucking hell it turns my blood to ice, I spread my hands to kill..
I spread my hands to kill the sight
When this turned out to be my bitter end, I paid my dues to death and misery
What I was and ought to be
Has gone to hell with you
What I was and what I’ll be
Has gone to hell with you..
It’s fucking hell it turns my blood to ice..
I fear the breathing, it drains the life out of me
It’s fucking hell it turns my blood to ice, I spread my hands to kill..
I spread my hands to kill the sight
When this turned out to be, my debt to death and my share of misery
I bled it all, the sins, the lies, I gave in to vanity.
When this turned out to be, my debt to death and misery