Remorse Is for the Dead

Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Resentment steadily grows, laughing in the gallows
Light the match, start the fire
Violence is not and aberration, it's a rule dying beyond the pale
Shadows fall through broken panes
Light the match, start the fire

Constructed a monument to denial and excess
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story

Surroundings are irate
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work
Your beatings will continue until' my morale improves

Careless words that are filled with hate

I'm just removing an enemy

We are the lucky ones, welcome home
Level this place and take
Pile it higher and higher
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy

Crack of dawn brings naught but pain
Level this place and take
Pile it higher and higher
Level this place and take us with it

I don't hate you, I'm just removing an enemy
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel
Poisoned nerves and bloody antidote
A huge stinking pile of sick
Remorse is for the dead
Level this place and take us with it
All the tongues here are forked