Remorse Is For The Dead

歌词

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain

Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.

Constructed a monument to denial and excess

Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.

If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story

Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity

Shadows fall through broken panes

Careless words that are filled with hate

Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.

All the tongues here are forked.

We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance.

A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.

Light the match, start the fire.

Level this place and take us with it.

Surroundings are irate.

Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.

Resentment steadily grows.

Laughing in the gallows.

Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.

Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote

Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule.

Dying beyond the pale.

Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.

I don't hate you, I'm just roving an enemy.

Remorse is for the dead, my enemy.

Remorse is for the dead

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