Remorse Is for the Dead

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're 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 until nothing's left 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

We are the lucky ones, welcome home

Pile it higher and higher

Light the match, start the fire

Level this place until nothing's left and take us with it

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 removing an enemy

Remorse is for the dead

I'm just removing an enemy

Remorse is for the dead, my enemy

Remorse is for the dead