Jules Verne Your Name Would Look Better on Gravestone Lyrics

the lies spilled from her mouth like a plague of flies
if i asked anything of her now it'd be that she died
the sound of her name on my tongue leaves me sick
a once perfect girl now devoted to a life of suckin d___
it's a night where she trades love for l___
to the ocean depths with her carcass, a graveyard fit for s___
and baby i hope your lungs fill with waves
then it's back to hell, straight f___ing down, where you were made

there's a good reason we sleep like the dead

and i guess we were never meant to be
washed away along with your memory

you can't say much when you're six feet down
you can't say much when you're f___ing dead
you can't say much six feet down
you can't say much when you're dead
you can't say much when you're buried
you can't say much when you're dead