The Grave Songtext
von Thrashist Regime

Under a headstone and laid in the ground
Somewhere between death and life
The warm and the white and the peace and the quiet
Buried but still I survive
Crawling to consciousness, finding myself
Question who I really am
Lurk in the shadows weaving my web
A spider or am I a man?

How long have I been this power, this beast?
This crawling, all-consuming thing?
How long have I seen through the spider′s eyes?
And done the spider's bidding?
I am the weakling, the coward, the man
Mortal; the one who can die
You cannot stop me, I will be free
The spider′s a trap and a lie


Two weeks
In the ground
In the grave
Dead

There's no spider
There's just me
There′s no spider
There′s just me

Hunter's insanity drove him to this
Drugged me and left me confined
You thought I was something larger than life
Madness and magic combined
You murdered a mask, didn′t murder a man
Weakness is strength and I rise
I am the spider and I am the man
And tonight the hunter he dies

Two weeks
In the ground
In the grave
Dead


Two weeks
In the ground
In the grave
Dead

(But not really dead)