Lamb of God Remorse Is for the Dead Lyrics

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
Constructed 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 winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken 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 a hailstorm of broken 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 until nothings left
and take us with it.

Surroundings are irate.
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
Resentment steadily grows.
Laughing in the gallows

Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
We are the lucky ones
Welcome home

Pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire.
Level this place until nothings left
and take us with it.

Poisoned nerves and a b_____ antidote
Violence is not an aberration, its 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

I'm just removing an enemy
Remorse is for the dead
My enemy
Remorse is for the dead.

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