I smell dirt in my dreams, as I imagine the grave
Riding on a steed to collect my soul
Death comes for those who cannot be saved
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The deepest of wounds on my heart are engraved
Now caught in my teeth, as regret takes hold
I smell dirt in my dreams as I imagine the grave
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Demanding forgiveness for sins I enslaved
And a brokenness I can't console
Death comes for those who cannot be saved
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Tearing the flesh, like a madman depraved
With my demons now taking control
I smell dirt in my dreams as I imagine the grave
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No rest for the wicked, with myself to blame
No miracle could make this heart whole
Death comes for those who cannot be saved
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No, my spirit is broken, my soul in decay
A lifelong prisoner, with no chance for parole
I smell dirt in my dreams as I imagine the grave
Death comes for those who cannot be saved
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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