Find wolves gnawing
On your bones
Doves flying by your tomb
Where the grass is growing
Through your nose
And the grave keeper sprays you
With a garden hose
All those things you swore to do
In the short years that you knew
Are carved upon a stone
With a dozen words at most
When the time came to exist
And your life's catalyst
Was borne unto your youth
I hope you choose to live it
Through, and through
For when you rot under the ground
And all of those around you
Hope that you are cozy
In heaven's fantasy
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
That you become
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
Of your recycled soul
Find peace in whatever creed
You're born into
And breathe
The fiction that it holds
If it makes this life more whole
And bearable
But don't hold back
From living here
It's all that's guaranteed
The marvel of your being
Salvation comes from epic eulogies
One more thing
My dying friend
In case this is the end
I've loved you even though
Your faith it was a hoax
All along
Love me
Even if to you
My soul forever looms
In hell's immortal vault
Don't you know
It's not my fault?
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Matt Holubowski - Recycled Soul Lyrics
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Find wolves gnawing
On your bones
Doves flying by your tomb
Where the grass is growing
Through your nose
And the grave keeper sprays you
With a garden hose
All those things you swore to do
In the short years that you knew
Are carved upon a stone
With a dozen words at most
When the time came to exist
And your life's catalyst
Was borne unto your youth
I hope you choose to live it
Through, and through
For when you rot under the ground
And all of those around you
Hope that you are cozy
In heaven's fantasy
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
That you become
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
Of your recycled soul
Find peace in whatever creed
You're born into
And breathe
The fiction that it holds
If it makes this life more whole
And bearable
But don't hold back
From living here
It's all that's guaranteed
The marvel of your being
Salvation comes from epic eulogies
One more thing
My dying friend
In case this is the end
I've loved you even though
Your faith it was a hoax
All along
Love me
Even if to you
My soul forever looms
In hell's immortal vault
Don't you know
It's not my fault?
On your bones
Doves flying by your tomb
Where the grass is growing
Through your nose
And the grave keeper sprays you
With a garden hose
All those things you swore to do
In the short years that you knew
Are carved upon a stone
With a dozen words at most
When the time came to exist
And your life's catalyst
Was borne unto your youth
I hope you choose to live it
Through, and through
For when you rot under the ground
And all of those around you
Hope that you are cozy
In heaven's fantasy
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
That you become
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
Of your recycled soul
Find peace in whatever creed
You're born into
And breathe
The fiction that it holds
If it makes this life more whole
And bearable
But don't hold back
From living here
It's all that's guaranteed
The marvel of your being
Salvation comes from epic eulogies
One more thing
My dying friend
In case this is the end
I've loved you even though
Your faith it was a hoax
All along
Love me
Even if to you
My soul forever looms
In hell's immortal vault
Don't you know
It's not my fault?
Writer: Mathieu Holubowski
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing