Lyrics Medula Oblongata - Post Mortem

P (ost) M (ortrem)

The night eats a nest under your nails
You start to be afraid of open windows
Lack of solidity, emptiness underfoot
And gradually you turn into a cocoon
An ordinary morning, a handful of ashes for breakfast
Rusted wings gathering dust in the corner
Your beauty faded long ago
And dreams quietly rotted away

Remnants of memory hide in the shadows
You're locked in a prison of frozen moments

Seven thirty in the morning cold bath
Bloodshot Heavenly Manna
Salty drops quietly from the tap
You're dead, that's it, all without cheating

You squeeze the laughter from yourself piece by piece
In order not to offend rare guests.
But only flies come, they come less and less
They are not interested in the rumble of bones.
You gradually fall deeper
The faces of friends are corroded by fog
There's only one way out of here
And you know him, come on, dare.

Remnants of memory hide in the shadows
You're locked in a prison of frozen moments

Seven thirty in the morning cold bath
Bloodshot Heavenly Manna
Salty drops quietly from the tap
You're dead, that's it, all without cheating

Cut and don't be afraid nobody will remember
Won't cry at the grave
The girls you knew died
and drowned their children