The Bronx Casket Co. - Sewing The Dead lyrics

Fingers in every single hole, trying to stop this bleeding dyke Vultures feed on what is left of this pathetic life Is the tide rising I need to know You could die trying I need to know How can we live Our lives spent sewing the dead Brings me to my knees I spend my time in a private room with dirt walls six feet high No matter how I clean my cage, the roaches multiply If I die trying Who gets my soul If I die crying Who cares to know How can we live Our lives spent sewing the dead Brings me to my knees And how can we fly if life's spent sewing the dead Who will set me free It's only depth that separates this old rut from a grave And if I fill the ground with gold, my demons come to play