Remorse Is For The Dead Songtext / Lyric

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 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 determeined to fail, pedal to the

Metal asleep at the wheel

We are the lucky ones, welcome home

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, my enemy

Remorse is for the dead.