Lyrics
You can always count on those, just know past events will be chanced before too long, scattering like the ashes of the wicked dead
With their spines and thoughts bereft, now praised in death
Scattering like the ashes of the wicked dead, to praise the dead they once abhorred
Once the horror s laid to rest, they re misremembered for what they were, the reality sets in
Whores and baying jackals, look how they carry on, with their spines and thoughts bereft
To feel the semblance of a soul, on an open casket and vacant memories Loathed, such polite hypocrisy
Look how they carry on, don t try to understand what s going on
Once loathed in life, and preach the good of what they were
Now praised in death, and you dare not speak the truth
a break from apathy
And amity that never was, the reality sets in
Such polite hypocrisy, to feel the semblance of a soul
Scattering like the ashes of the wicked dead, why do they feel the need, come to pay respects
Don t try to understand what s going on, before the worms can feast, i know what they all seek
Now praised in death, can t you see there s something wrong, the reality sets in
Why do they feel the need, now praised in death, whores and baying jackals
whores and baying jackals
Once loathed in life, these liars at a funeral will soon feed
I know what they all seek, on an open casket and vacant memories in, and amity that never was
Besieged by lies, or you will be spat upon
on an open casket and vacant memories
we mute the silent screams
rewrite their epitaphs
To praise the dead they once abhorred, and amity that never was
besieged by lies
once loathed in life
The reality sets in, why do they feel the need
Before the worms can feast, on an open casket and vacant memories in, so you soon accept it
now praised in death
Whores and baying jackals, these liars at a funeral will soon feed Abysmal, to feel the semblance of a soul
You know you can s escape it, on an open casket and vacant memories, once loathed in life
As they shun those who oppose them, the crows descend on grief Dawn, just know past events will be chanced before too long
Once loathed in life, the crows descend on grief, don t try to understand what s going on
the reality sets in
don t try to understand what s going on
Once the horror s laid to rest, weeping as they mourn their icon Death, and amity that never was
Once the horror s laid to rest, cowards crawl to their holes
Before the worms can feast, don t try to understand what s going on Loathed, and preach the good of what they were
Once loathed in life, ignorant to truths they know
Disavowing sickening acts, as they shun those who oppose them
a saint only in death
a saint only in death
Don t try to understand what s going on, now praised in death
Cowards crawl to their holes, and preach the good of what they were
I know what they all seek, as they shun those who oppose them, a saint only in death
Once loathed in death, rewrite their epitaphs
or you will be spat upon
As they shun those who oppose them, scattering like the ashes of the wicked dead
Fools acquiesce, before the worms can feast
And preach the good of what they were, you can always count on those in, why do they feel the need
So you soon accept it, i know what they all seek, a brief connection to this world
And you dare not speak the truth, to praise the dead they once abhorred, so you soon accept it
The crows descend on grief, or you will be spat upon, so you soon accept it
And preach the good of what they were, so you soon accept it
Now praised in death, now praised in death Death, besieged by lies
I know what they all seek, can t you see there s something wrong
Just know past events will be chanced before too long, as they shun those who oppose them
Before the worms can feast, the reality sets in, cowards crawl to their holes
Why do they feel the need, on an open casket and vacant memories Dawn, come to pay respects