Count Raven Let The Dead Bury The Dead
You are an asshole, You're the worst kind of worm That have crawled out of the ground Your existence I'm sorry to say is everywhere On the new job & on the beach, I find you there The Antichrist is born of a Jackal they say It seems that you've been born the same way I can tell that You didn't plan to go far I just want to know, who the hell You are You suck the bosses dicks, a sad shape You put the poor ones down, a human fake Your whole life is a masquerade All You are looking for: A better grade The whole creation knows, You're Satan's slave Who doesn't realise his sorrow & pain A child of the grave I tell You there ain't no use in denying Life's short & one day You are dying Then You stand trial to the maker What will You say to the giver & taker You believe the lies that fills your head All I say is let the dead bury the dead I'll tell what will be, Your biggest fear No one will remember Your name You weren't here
