Clockwork Echo - Mors Grata Situs Est

To think of unthinkable the horror inside
Buried in a shallow grave the means to survive
To think of unthinkable the horror inside
Buried in a shallow grave the means to survive
Sometimes we take secrets all the way to the grave
Sometimes we do evil for the comfort we crave
Sometimes we seek solace in the deepest of lies
Never we confront the pain ingrained in our lives
Sometimes we take secrets all the way to the grave
Sometimes we do evil for the comfort we crave
Sometimes we seek solace in the deepest of lies
Never we confront the pain ingrained in our lives

Hidden away inside
Wounds unrepairable
Pain unbearable
Insidious presence at the base of the mind (The mind)
Hidden away inside
Wounds unrepairable
Pain unbearable
Insidious presence at the base of the mind (The mind)

It guides your every move, every thought
Parasitically draining that which you think is you
It tells you when to fight, what to feel, cannot heal, what's for real?
What's for real? It's surreal how we hide it from ourselves

Despite what you think, despite what you know
You know that you are broken, broken
Despite what you think, despite what you know
You know that you are broken, broken

Broken!
Mors grata situs est
Broken!
Mors grata situs est

Spreading through your concept of self like tendrils of parasitic mold
Gradually filling your hollowed heart with poisons untold
Until the day you awaken and find it has replaced you!
It is you! You're one with the cold

Despite what you think, despite what you know
You know that you are broken, broken
Despite what you think, despite what you know
You know that you are broken, broken
Despite what you think, despite what you know
You know that all is broken, broken
Despite what you think, despite what you know
You know you'll always be so broken, broken

Broken!
Mors grata situs est
Broken!
Mors grata situs est

Despite what you think, despite what you know
You know that all is broken, broken
Despite what you think, despite what you know, you kn

You say you are mad at world! (As if they all care) You say that one day they'll see
Yet here you stand alone preoccupied with your self-worth and insecurity
While you stay shackled by words to the past, the orators all have moved on
Possessed by the ghosts of the wounds they inflict
It's a trick it's not there it's starvation

Written by:
John Ryan

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