- published: 26 Apr 2012
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A headstone, tombstone, or gravestone is a marker, usually stone, that is placed over a grave. In most cases they have the deceased's name, date of birth, and date of death inscribed on them, along with a personal message, or prayer.
The stele (plural stelae), as it is called in an archaeological context, is one of the oldest forms of funerary art. Originally, a tombstone was the stone lid of a stone coffin, or the coffin itself, and a gravestone was the stone slab that was laid over a grave. Now all three terms are also used for markers placed at the head of the grave. Some graves in the 18th century also contained footstones to demarcate the foot end of the grave. This sometimes developed into full kerb sets that marked the whole perimeter of the grave. Footstones were rarely annotated with more than the deceased's initials and year of death, and sometimes a memorial mason and plot reference number. Many cemeteries and churchyards have removed those extra stones to ease grass cutting by machine mower. Note that in some UK cemeteries the principal, and indeed only, marker is placed at the foot of the grave.
Never was a killer but I spilt enough blood. Never thought I'd be the one to sweep your fucking ashes underneath my rug. People come and people go. But I ain't people. So tell your people when they see me they gonna feel the evil. You missed the past off them city lights make you last. Now you're sayin' rest in peace. Packing all your bags. Say goodbye, say goodbye, but save your last dance. Take your last glance at me now. It's your chance.
Goodbye, goodbye. Everything will be alright. Goodbye, goodbye. I promise I'll be by your side. Goodbye, goodbye. Rest in peace alone. I wouldn't put a fucking flower on your gravestone. (If you died.) Goodbye, goodybye. Everything will be alright. Goodbye, goodbye. I promise I'll be by your side. Goodbye, goodbye. rest in peace alone. I wouldn't put a fucking flower on your gravestone. (If you died.)
I used to be the boy, the only boy my mama had. Now I'm sittin' in this house underneath my past. Cleaning out where we used to drink and laugh. Thinking what had happened, how it happened, how I didn't see the past. Seems like all it had happened all too fast. thinkin' sound was my mask. I was caught up, lost in the mask. Now it's dark, and now it's black. I missed the contrast. You say it's black and white, black and white my ass. And in these moments I was wrong. These moments seem so long. Ticking on the clock till the moments gone, and I don't wanna go back. Relapse the day, collapse the faze while I'm looking down the drain.
Goodbye, goodbye. Everything will be alright. Goodbye, goodbye. I promise I'll be by your side. Goodbye, goodbye. Rest in peace alone. I wouldn't put a fucking flower on your gravestone. (If you died.) Goodbye, goodybye. Everything will be alright. Goodbye, goodbye. I promise I'll be by your side. Goodbye, goodbye. rest in peace alone. I wouldn't put a fucking flower on your gravestone. (If you died.)
See my conscience don't work no more, it don't hurt no more. And it don't hurt to see you lying, it don't work no more. so when I'm sayin' 'Stay away! ', realize I ain't fucking playing. Younger like my younger days. Maybe hungry but I'm crazed. Raised by criminal ways, hear the chandelier break. It ain't no mistake. I'm waiting on Nolana's grave, and can't get any pictures from my veins. Ain't no fucking me for Jane. Naked for my brother's rein. On my arm you'll see the same. And if I never see your face, I will always feel the same. Divide me from the wrongs. So when I'm gone my spirit will move on. Let my lyrics show you God.