Lamb Of God - Remorse Is For The Dead Lyrics
The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domainToo many nights raising hell worked alittle all too wellConstructed a monument to denial and excessSunk so low, crawled so far back theres nowhereleft to regressIf these walls could talk, they would tella horror storyNever-ending winter, violence and infidelityShadows fall through broken panesCareless words that are filled with hateJust enough to keep it together, never enoughto make it workAll the tongues here are forkedWe are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow thepath of least expectanceA huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher andhigherLight the match, start the fireLevel this place until nothings left and take us with itSurroundings are irate. Crack of dawn bringsnaught but painResentment steadily growsLaughing in the gallowsFull throttle determeined to fail, pedal to themetal asleep at the wheelWe are the lucky ones, welcome homePoisoned nerves and a bloody antidoteViolence is not an abberration, Its a ruleDying beyond the paleYour beatings will continue until my morale improvesI dont hate you, Im just removing an enemyRemorse is for the dead, my enemyRemorse is for the dead.
