Straight Teeth

I came back
A return to burn
The shit I said
The shit I learned...fuck

It's a great day to be dead
I can't feel the wind in my hair
Or the sun on my face
I walk among the flesh
I walk among the snakes
A charming smile
With such great teeth

Hand shakes with touches of death
Beating hearts to eternal rest
Walking death, bound to the earth
Decaying body a feast for the worms
Are the birds still singing?

Old clothes and dusty bones
I'll make my way, this world is my home
A gentle nudge, a quiet pull
I feel thе ground calling. It's guiding my bones

Sharp bones through dead skin
No hеart and nothing to feel
Smile on my face, walking death with a grin
Are the birds still singing?

On the day we meet face to face
The chill in your spine
Your life by my grace
It feels so good to be dead
Touches of death and a feast for the worms

I came back
A return to burn
The shit I said
The shit I learned
I came back