| Song | Graveyard Shift |
| Artist | The Acacia Strain |
| Album | Coma Witch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I cut out her tongue when she said my name | |
| My eyes are open but I am not awake | |
| They found the knife buried deep inside her | |
| The sky seems higher | |
| The sun seems brighter | |
| Black and blue broken bloodied and bruised | |
| Just like a dream from which you never wake up | |
| I am in hell | |
| Trapped inside myself | |
| Ignorance is bliss | |
| And there is freedom in carelessness | |
| I sleep, | |
| But I refuse so dream. | |
| Don’t you ever pray for me | |
| Coming apart at the seams | |
| There is no good inside of me | |
| One day a storm will come and wash away the weak | |
| Someday death will come and wake me from this sleep | |
| We are defined by the burdens we keep | |
| The burden I see is the burden of sleep | |
| I am still in hell | |
| Trapped inside myself | |
| Regret unconsciousness as we spiral into the abyss | |
| She told me she wanted to meet the reaper | |
| I had only done her a favor | |
| She didn’t deserve to die | |
| But I deserved to kill her | |
| Grinding my teeth to dust | |
| Prison bars have begun to rust | |
| On the line between living and dead, | |
| As your eyes roll back into your head. | |
| This fog will never lift | |
| Wide awake in nothingness | |
| A mountain of torture a waits | |
| I’ll see you at the pearly gates |
| I cut out her tongue when she said my name | |
| My eyes are open but I am not awake | |
| They found the knife buried deep inside her | |
| The sky seems higher | |
| The sun seems brighter | |
| Black and blue broken bloodied and bruised | |
| Just like a dream from which you never wake up | |
| I am in hell | |
| Trapped inside myself | |
| Ignorance is bliss | |
| And there is freedom in carelessness | |
| I sleep, | |
| But I refuse so dream. | |
| Don' t you ever pray for me | |
| Coming apart at the seams | |
| There is no good inside of me | |
| One day a storm will come and wash away the weak | |
| Someday death will come and wake me from this sleep | |
| We are defined by the burdens we keep | |
| The burden I see is the burden of sleep | |
| I am still in hell | |
| Trapped inside myself | |
| Regret unconsciousness as we spiral into the abyss | |
| She told me she wanted to meet the reaper | |
| I had only done her a favor | |
| She didn' t deserve to die | |
| But I deserved to kill her | |
| Grinding my teeth to dust | |
| Prison bars have begun to rust | |
| On the line between living and dead, | |
| As your eyes roll back into your head. | |
| This fog will never lift | |
| Wide awake in nothingness | |
| A mountain of torture a waits | |
| I' ll see you at the pearly gates |
| I cut out her tongue when she said my name | |
| My eyes are open but I am not awake | |
| They found the knife buried deep inside her | |
| The sky seems higher | |
| The sun seems brighter | |
| Black and blue broken bloodied and bruised | |
| Just like a dream from which you never wake up | |
| I am in hell | |
| Trapped inside myself | |
| Ignorance is bliss | |
| And there is freedom in carelessness | |
| I sleep, | |
| But I refuse so dream. | |
| Don' t you ever pray for me | |
| Coming apart at the seams | |
| There is no good inside of me | |
| One day a storm will come and wash away the weak | |
| Someday death will come and wake me from this sleep | |
| We are defined by the burdens we keep | |
| The burden I see is the burden of sleep | |
| I am still in hell | |
| Trapped inside myself | |
| Regret unconsciousness as we spiral into the abyss | |
| She told me she wanted to meet the reaper | |
| I had only done her a favor | |
| She didn' t deserve to die | |
| But I deserved to kill her | |
| Grinding my teeth to dust | |
| Prison bars have begun to rust | |
| On the line between living and dead, | |
| As your eyes roll back into your head. | |
| This fog will never lift | |
| Wide awake in nothingness | |
| A mountain of torture a waits | |
| I' ll see you at the pearly gates |