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Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
It’s all part of your nightmare.
She’s bound, tied in the back
of a cramped Sedan.
After making
ends meet off of night shares.
And you were rolling her down 95
to no-man’s land. Whoa, oh.
Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
No one ever saw her
Take that one wrong turn
From the old grand stand.
But you, you knew where to find her.
She swiped that fifty-dollar bill
And she took your hand.
Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
Hey, now little grave digger,
here we go!
I’m serving five course meals
of rock n’ roll!
Shove them down your pipe
as you shovel and throw
the final resting place of
somebody you used to know!
When you looked at her face
all covered in lace
it took you back to the time
When you won the race
across 95
in that blue moon light.
She almost killed you cold
when she put up a fight.
But it went too far
in the back of your car.
You never paid her for that lip service
to your head and your heart!
So, drink up, little grave digger.
There’s a five-foot ivory coffin
ready to go down.
Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
Hey, now, whatcha know?
There’s gonna be a little grave digger
at the show.
Make way for that weary soul.
Start sipping moonshine,
see how far it goes.
Drink up, little grave digger. Oh!!!
There’s a five-foot ivory coffin
ready to go down.
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Dear little grave digger,
take some time to remember
that voice screaming out
to save her life.
It was just last November
during that fateful,
moonlit ride.
Now she lies six feet under
the dregs of a misfortunate earth.
Her hands guard your final payment,
your crisp fifty-dollar bill.
Like an endless waiting game,
death row hasn’t called your name.
Little Grave Digger,
you live on forever
in the pangs of all the
tarnished, broken hearts.
Mourning your loss
forever.
The ink from her body
sinks down,
back into the worms,
returning home… Returning home, returning home.
Poetry isn’t easy,
but it flows so eloquently,
reciting a scene
in that you saved her life.
Just like November
during that fateful, moonlit ride.
So far away from the
one you could have loved
without judgement,
pain, or fear.
In killing her
you dug your own
shallow grave.
Like an endless waiting game,
death row hasn’t called your name.
Little Grave Digger,
you live on forever
in the pangs of all the
tarnished, broken hearts.
Mourning your loss
forever.
The ink from her body
sinks down,
back into the worms,
returning home… Returning home, returning home.
You never knew her,
just wanted to use her.
Why didn’t you know her?
Just wanted to control her!
Like an endless waiting game,
death row hasn’t called your name.
Little Grave Digger,
you live on forever
in the pangs of all the
tarnished, broken hearts.
Mourning your loss
forever.
The ink from her body
sinks down,
back into the worms,
returning home… Returning home, returning home.
Dear little grave digger,
take some time to remember…
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Cognitive Dissonance
04:34
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Trying your best to make amends
for all the damage and forgotten plans.
You long to feel at home.
You long to feel at home.
No self-respect, no recompense.
Only cognitive dissonance.
Hello, my darling.
Where’ve you been hiding
all this time?
Stop your begging,
I won’t contribute to all the
needles you put inside yourself.
Yourself… Yourself… Oh…
Your grip on reality is fading fast
Into intoxication of your past.
‘Cause nothing’s quite like home.
Nothing’s quite like home.
No self-respect, no recompense.
Only cognitive dissonance.
Hello, my darling.
Where’ve you been hiding
all this time?
Stop your begging,
I won’t contribute to all those
pills you put inside yourself.
No, I can’t fix you,
and I don’t know who can, oh.
Because it’s all you know.
Because this life is all you know.
Hello, my darling.
Where’ve you been hiding
all this time?
Stop your begging,
I won’t contribute to all the
needles you put inside.
Hello, my darling.
Where’ve you been hiding
all this time?
Stop your begging,
I won’t contribute to all those
pills you put inside yourself.
‘Cause nothing’s quite like home.
Nothing’s quite like home.
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Come Alive
03:32
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Beauty in pain, oh,
beauty in lies…
Takes you back
to another time.
When nobody knew,
and no one surmised…
Everything dear to you was asinine.
Oh, a prison of words
behind those swollen eyes,
when will you see it’s time to come alive?
Breaking down time,
breaking down in your mind…
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh…
There’s no deceit, and
there’s no demise…
All that’s lost
took its good old time.
Failure in red
tastes like sweet red wine…
The blood that was spilled
was in a perfect line.
Oh, a prison of words
behind those swollen eyes,
when will you see it’s time to come alive?
Breaking down time,
breaking down in your mind…
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh…
Beauty in pain, oh,
beauty in lies…
Takes you back
to another time.
When nobody knew,
and no one surmised…
Everything dear to you was asinine.
Oh, a prison of words
behind those swollen eyes,
when will you see it’s time to come alive?
Breaking down time,
breaking down in your mind.
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh, come alive.
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh…
There’s no deceit, and
there’s no demise…
The blood that was spilled was in a perfect line.
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Winter Heart
03:06
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All the ice and snow falling,
reflecting the glow of
red and green lights.
Mistletoe and carols,
silver and gold,
all that the masses behold.
Where is my Christmas?
When does it start?
A thousand burning yule logs can’t
warm winter hearts.
Shoppers and churchgoers
passing me by.
And all I
can wonder is
why?
Why is it not like before?
Families and lovers,
the afterglow of parties,
a gathering of bands.
In jovial splendor,
in silent repose,
enters a whisper of cold.
Where is my Christmas?
When does it start?
A thousand burning yule logs can’t
warm winter hearts.
Shoppers and churchgoers
passing me by.
And all I
can wonder is
Why?
Why is it not like before?
Why is it not like before?
Just another chapter in mankind’s folklore.
I know, I know,
it’s not like before.
But the voices in my head
can’t take it anymore.
Anymore…
All that’s left is unfeeling.
No dawning song can
thaw my winter heart.
Leave me to the bitter winds
to drift away, drift away
with the virgin snow.
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Beauty in pain, oh,
beauty in lies…
Takes you back
to another time.
When nobody knew,
and no one surmised…
Everything dear to you was asinine.
Oh, a prison of words
behind those swollen eyes,
when will you see it’s time to come alive?
Breaking down time,
breaking down in your mind…
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh…
There’s no deceit, and
there’s no demise…
All that’s lost
took its good old time.
Failure in red
tastes like sweet red wine…
The blood that was spilled
was in a perfect line.
Oh, a prison of words
behind those swollen eyes,
when will you see it’s time to come alive?
Breaking down time,
breaking down in your mind…
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh…
Beauty in pain, oh,
beauty in lies…
Takes you back
to another time.
When nobody knew,
and no one surmised…
Everything dear to you was asinine.
Oh, a prison of words
behind those swollen eyes,
when will you see it’s time to come alive?
Breaking down time,
breaking down in your mind.
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh, come alive.
When will you see it’s time to come alive?
Oh…
There’s no deceit, and
there’s no demise…
The blood that was spilled was in a perfect line.
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Sarah Halter Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Metal from Pittsburgh, PA, USA!
Latest EP The Doom That Binds Us is on my current Record Label’s Bandcamp:
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