The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all to well.
Contructed 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 weinter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broked 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 the hailstorm of broked 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 and take us with it.

Surroundings are irate. Crack of dawn brings naught to pain.
Resentment streadily grows.
Laughing in the gallows.
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the meatl asleep at the wheel.
We are teh lucky ones, welcome home.
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote.
Violence is not an abberation, 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, my enemy.

Remorse is for the dead...