Graverobber Songtext
von Assemblage 23

You think I′m crazy, right?
Would that make anything better, if I was crazy?
Is that it?
Would that make things better?

Night falls with black wings
He crawls out of bed
Gets dressed and takes off
To sing to the dead

Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber

In the night air his breath stings
He wanders like he's lost
Silently digs in frozen ground
Hardened by frost


Crying eyes watch from afar
As he claws at the ground
Insanity rains from the sky
On the parts he has found

Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber

You think I′m crazy, right?
Would that make anything better, if I was crazy?
Is that it?
Would that make things better?

He climbs in with his sleeping friends
He cradles his head
Presses lips on decaying skin
And sells the souls from the dead

The robber of graves has no regret
For what he knows he must do
Someday he knows someone else
Will rob his grave too

Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber