Burial Grid t-shirt design A on black Gildan-style tees. B&W design.
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lyrics
Two coins for the ambulance mouth
The ventilator sings a hollow song
I'd wait at the burning gates
But I wait at your side
My body dissolves as I watch and dissolve
Goddamn the bland days
We spent like flies
In a hazy loop of June
But the fields
All ache with frost
So drift into your void
And I'll sink into mine
This bed's too small for two
Like the one at your parents' place
Now you're too small too
I'm afraid if I keep looking for too long your body will break
But I want your face to be the last thing I see
Goddamn the bland days
We spent like flies
In a hazy loop of June
But the fields
All ache with frost
So drift into your void
Goddamn the tired nights
Rife with life
Beneath the sharp black
We lived
But now it's time
Spin off into your void
And I'll sink into mine