Fleshless Lyrics

No eyes, no tongue
And no lung
No skin or no blood
What you are, we once were
What we are, you shall,
You shall become

You're standing in a open
Grave, still digging
With your feet deep
In the earth
So far away and yet so close
Death for death
To all, to each
Reaper, it's harvest time

No eyes, no tongue
And no lung
No skin or no blood
What you are, we once were
What we are, you shall,
You shall become