Through the Grace of Hell歌词
The Amity Affliction - Olde English 800
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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when your aspirations crumble
at the feet of your tormentors
and your jaw feels like its breaking
on the cold hard tile floor
and you're holding onto something
that does farm more harm than
good well then you've reached the pits off hell
and there in hell you'll find the steel
(to smash your skin until its calloused
to grind your teeth down to the bone
to tear your tongue out from its shelter
and bleed out all alone
when you get there
we'll tread heavy
through the boneyards and the filth
we'll grace the presence of the vultures
and spit fire of the gods)
we'll both sit in our skin
and hate the places we have known
(when your back feels like its breaking
and your skin has turned to stone)
and you are stand