Cages and cases of starving birds and dead things
No longer look anything like they did
When they been living

The things you love you to put into cement
In order to keep them they have to be dead

You think that he's yours
But it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms
His grave is not your bed

Buckets and caskets full of garbage and ashes
Nothing of collections
Of nothing you've been protecting

The things you love you put into cement
In order to keep them they have to be dead

You think that he's yours
But it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms
His grave is not your bed

Taking baths in concrete
Harbor a love for things that don't exist
Try to set them into stone
But you can't
He's made of bones and flesh

The things you love you put into cement
In order to keep them they have to be dead

You think that he's yours
But it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms
His grave is not your bed


Lyrics submitted by StereotypedE, edited by ItsCanada

Cement song meanings
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