Coffinspire Lyrics - O God The Aftermath - Norma Jean

They rest, they rest, they rest, they rest 

They rest on the coast and the tide is impending 

We pull at the motionless and static 

But the torrent has crowned their heads 

It fills their ears and it makes them ill 

They, they do not struggle at all 

This will speak of the end and will not prove false 

And it's the time to move on with the weapons of faith and love 

Faith and love and faith and love and 

Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns, yeah 

Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns 

This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation 

This is a shallow grave 

[Incomprehensible] 

It's on the highest rise, we stand on its highest crest 

I'll set myself on fire, come on, watch me burn 

Come on, watch me burn, come on, watch me burn 

Come on, watch me burn, come on, watch me burn 

Poisoned now enough to kill, poisoned now 

Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men 

Poisoned, poisoned 

Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns, yeah 

Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns 

The harvester's mouth has not gone dry 

The harvester's mouth has not gone dry 

The harvester's mouth has not gone dry, gone dry