Remorse Is for the Dead

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
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 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
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 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
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 Pile it, higher and higher
 Light the match, start the fire
 Level this place until nothings left
 And take us with it
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 Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
 Violence is not an aberration
 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
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 I'm just removing an enemy
 (Enemy, enemy, enemy)
 Remorse is for the dead
 My enemy (enemy, enemy)
 Remorse is for the dead
 The dead, the dead, the dead...