Six feet down

(Hook)

I was born in a cemetery (yeah)

Moon hanging low, it remember me (straight up)

Learned to walk on skulls and bones

Now the dead all whisper through me (woo)

Horror stories, talking heads

Every sermon come with debt

Gold teeth in a jackal grin

Whole system smell like death

Six feet, six feet down

Hear the choir beneath the ground

City built on broken backs

Barren dirt, don’t make a sound

(Verse)

Funeral moon over my shoulder

Cold wind crawling through my lungs

Gravedirt stuck up on my sneakers

Been this way since I was young

Taught to speak by ghosts at midnight

Every lesson came with blood

Every blessing got a knife edge

Every river turned to mud

Black brim shadow by the roadside

Cane tapping on the stone

Said “this hunger gon consume you”

I said “I already know”

Three-piece suit, jackal smile

Counting bodies by the pile

Talking heads up on the screen

Selling fire to the child

Loki in the counting room

Numbers dancing round the tomb

Trickle-down narcotic rain

Cancer growing where it bloom

Chasing carrots, chasing status

Running circles through the smoke

Bought a crown of polished diamonds

Still woke up with hands around my throat

(Bridge)

Bottom line, six feet deep

Every king still gotta sleep

Every prayer you couldn’t keep

Still got buried under me

(Hook)

I was born in a cemetery (yeah)

Moon hanging low, it remember me (straight up)

Learned to walk on skulls and bones

Now the dead all whisper through me (woo)

Horror stories, talking heads

Every sermon come with debt

Gold teeth in a jackal grin

Whole system smell like death

Six feet, six feet down

Hear the choir beneath the ground

City built on broken backs

Barren dirt, don’t make a sound

(Verse 2)

I seen angels with burnt wings fallin’

Turned to ash on the boulevard

Prayin’ loud but the sky stay silent

God don’t answer in the graveyard

Pocket full of broken promises

Faith folded like a dead man’s hand

Every dream got a price tag on it

Every hope get buried in sand

White lies in a blacked-out suburb

Church bells ring but they feel wrong

Preacher talkin’ like a salesman

Sellin’ heaven with a sad song

I been walkin’ through the fallout

Ash rain fallin’ on my head

Every smile got a hidden dagger

Every friend feel like the dead

(Outro)

When the city go black, I don’t run

I was raised where the dead don’t sleep

When the last light crack, I still come

With the mud and the blood on me

They built heaven out of hunger

Sold a dream and called it peace

Now the choir sound like thunder

And the grave won’t set me free