Bedlam

I'll be the witness of your death and the host of your flesh
I'll be the witness of your death and the host of your flesh

I don't give a fuck about you

Time is passing by
Your pulse has slowed down
You've met your fucking end
Time is passing by
Your pulse has slowed down
You've met your fucking end

I'd love to see you pray
You'll never be heard from the skies above
I'd love to see you pray
You'll never be heard from the skies above

How can you believe in afterlife, when your so-called God has let you sink this low?

I said I'd be the witness of your death
I'm the host of your flesh
I said I'd be the witness of your death
I'm the host of your flesh

I begin to break you piece by piece
Only to leave your bones forgotten
I begin to break you piece by piece
Only to leave your flesh for rotting
I begin to break you piece by piece
Only to leave your flesh for rotting

I'll be sure to dig your body up
We'll be seeing your face all over the news
I'll be sure to dig your body up
I'll be sure to dig your body up
Your body will never be found