Amongst the old bones Is where I call my home Stories from the headstones Old bones Is where I call my home I'd rather die than feel like this To live in fire Is it worth it for his sacrifice? Far removed from the image in his mother's eye This isn't life (this isn't life), this isn't life Burn in the fire, the sulfur is stinging my eyes Downfall of the liar, you have to pay for all you've sewn Within the cemetery walls Beyond the colour of stone I've learned to know Inside the cemetery walls You're lost to bones Within the cemetery walls Beyond the colour of stone I've learned to know Inside the cemetery walls You're lost to bones Is there hope? Is there strength? You've been looking to the sky for a while And whilst I've made up my mind You're seeking solace in the higher I'm fucking buried, I'm fucking buried in a shallow grave I guess it's fear that holds me down I am shrouded in the darkest of days Will I be saved? Within the cemetery walls Beyond the colour of stone I've learned to know Inside the cemetery walls You're lost to bones Within the cemetery walls Beyond the colour of stone I've learned to know Inside the cemetery walls You're lost to bones Was it worth it to sell your soul? Was it worth it to know you'll always be alone? Was it worth it to sit upon your fucking throne? Was it worth it? I guess we'll never know Was it worth it to sell your soul? Was it worth it to know you'll always be alone? Was it worth it to sit upon your fucking throne? Was it worth it?