The dirty lord of the manor

Surveys his filthy domain

Too many nights raising hellWorked a little all too well

Constructed a monument

To denial and excess

Sunk so low,

Crawled so far back

Theres 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 until

Nothings 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

Nothings left

And take us with it

Poisoned nerves

And a bloody antidote

Violence is not

An abberration,

Its a rule

Dying beyond the pale

Your beatings will continue

Until my morale improves

I dont hate you,

Im just removing an enemy

Remorse is for the dead

Raaa

Im just removing an enemy

Enemy

Enemy

Enemy

Remorse is for the dead,

My enemy

Enemy

Enemy

Remorse is for the dead.

The dead

The dead

The dead

The dead

The dead