Lie in Cinder

You've made this bed, now lie in it (Lie in it) Come to grips with the unrelenting entombment of time It comes before us Deterred by its ruminating everlasting breadth Husk of a being An ode of social seething To lie in this bed we have made Entirely indifferent to the choices we evade Brooding without justification Without a presence to guide us Pummels all into the ground Laid into cindеr Brooding without justification Without a presence to guidе us Pummels all into the ground Laid into cinder Frozen in delirious paralysis In this bed we have made No sign of sustenance or shade Apathetic to the vital pulse of life Grinding, gripping, twisting, fully captivating Indifferent to the choices we evade And the time has come for recompense Deterred by its ruminating everlasting breadth Husk of a being, absolutely guaranteeing Our place in the dirt Come to terms for everything we have been Dig your own grave Brooding without justification Without a presence to guide us Pummels all into the ground Laid into cinder Brooding without justification Without a presence to guide us Pummels all into the ground Laid into cinder

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026