11. 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.
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 expectancy.
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire.
Level this place until nothing is 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.
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, my enemy.
Remorse is for the dead.

12. Another Nail For Your Coffin

[Japanese Bonus Track]

At a loss for something different to say,
I've said everything, we've said it all before.
An extra nail for your coffin.
I'm going to ride that horse we've beaten to death,
And deliver its stinking carcass to your doorstep.
A gift from all the dead children,
That are the progeny of your ballistic union.
Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul,
No news is good news, but I've got some news for you.
Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one.
An extra nail for your coffin.
Certain blood has been shed for uncertain reasons.
You will never quiet this storm,
A cold wind to chill your bones.
I bring the hammer down.
Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul,
No news is good news, but I've got some news for you.
Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one.

album:Sacrament (2006)



1. Walk With Me In Hell

Pray for blood,
Pray for the cleansing,
Pray for the flood,
Pray for the end of this nightmare.
This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten (forgotten).

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.

Pray for solace,
Pray for resolve,
Pray for a savior,
Pray for deliverance, some kind of purpose.
A glimpse of a light in this void of existence.

Now witness the end of an age.
Hope dies in hands of believers.
Who seek the truth in the liar's eye.

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.

Walk with me in hell [x5]

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell [x3]
You're never alone [x5]
Walk with me in hell.

2. Again We Rise

Store-bought attitude and spit,
A sugar-coated piece of shit.
An instant rebel, just add greed.
Another useless commodity.
Broken glass and a broken jaw.
Lies are told in a southern drawl.
Poor-house poverty's your schtick.
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.

Blood and fire used to fill the night,
Burnt and drowned by our very lives.
You missed a sinking boat by years,
Dollar signs, crocodile tears.
It's over now and long has been,
Those days are gone won't come again.
Another name crossed off the list.
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.

There's nothing for you to fight against,
You're so unreal it's evident.
You'll never be one of our kind,
This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try.

(This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try) [5x]

This bridge was burnt before you could cross,
You reap the benefits of what's lost.
Go home son, hang your costume up,
A goddamn insult to the rest of us.
A thousand-yard stare across the south,
A fully belly and a lying mouth.
Mamma's boy plays heretic.
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.

[x2]
Fuck you, don't even try.
Fuck you, your time is nigh.
Fuck you, I've had enough.
Fuck you, your time is up.

3. Redneck

So goddamn easy to write this,
You make it spill on the page.
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
The laughing stock of your own fucking sage.

But I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

Just one time you got a reason,
Heard you had nothing to lose.
A pied preacher for the pin-eyed congregation,
It must be easy to lose.

But I ain't one of those names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

You can tell the same lie a thousand times,
But it never gets anymore true,
So close your eyes once more and once more believe
That they all still believe in you.
Just one time.

This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherfucking invitation
Just one time

This is a motherfucking invitation
You try me
Just one time
You try me
Just one time
You try me
You try me

4. Pathetic

Somewhere between an excuse and a lie,
You found something that you believe.
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why,
Three cheers for what we used to be.

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.

Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.

Somewhere between delusion and denial,
You'll drown in your own sympathy.
Profound, at least you thought so at the time,
A ghost of who you used to be.

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. [x2]

[x2]
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.

5. Foot To The Throat

Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine.
The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time.
Take all that you can give, and I will make it mine.
No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has its shine.

Never held down, never restrained.
Virtue's foot to the throat, free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.

And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self.
We those lies to be self-evident,
As the dividends will reflect.
And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self.
The coffers have long run dry.

Never held down, never restrained.
Virtue's foot to the throat, free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.
The victims now betray.

[x2]
Like a bull in a china shop,
But the shelves have all been cleared.
A thief in an empty vault,
The sheep already sheared.

A screen door on a submarine,
An eagle with a broken wing,
Hope in a dead man's dream,
The sound of a bell that will never ring.

You're just wasting time. [x3]

6. Descending

The river I'm bound to be found in,
A rope chosen bound for the hang.
When I'm blind and I think I see everything,
Convincing myself again.

This God that I worship (a faded reflection).
This demon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same.

Descending,
To never recover the pieces to all that we've lost.
Recover the pieces lost.
The pieces to all we've lost.

I shudder to think of the consequence,
It's blasphemy simple and true.
The tragic protagonist torments,
Convincing myself again.

This God that I worship (a faded reflection).
This demon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same.

Descending,
To never recover the pieces to all that we've lost.
Descending,
To never recover the pieces to all that we've lost.
Recover the pieces lost.
The pieces to all we've lost.

This God that I worship
This demon I blame
Conspire as one, exactly the same
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same

7. Blacken The Cursed Sun

Seize the darkened day, there's only Hell to pay.
And no left to see this prodigal return.
Sweet apathy's black toll, you'll mourn the traded soul.
I'll dig a deeper hole, sanctity a breath away.
Just a breath away.

Blacken the cursed sun,
You're not the only one.
To have sunk so far and low,
There is no tomorrow.

A tragedy on display, a sickness for all to see,
I will kill this part of myself that I hate
And that I see in you.
It was always mine anyways,
There's somethings you can't take away.
I choose not to feel a thing,
Sanctity a breath away.
Just a breath away.

Blacken the cursed sun,
You're not the only one.
To have sunk so far and low,
There is no tomorrow.
Blacken the cursed sun,
Blacken what's yet to be done.
Blacken because now you know,
There is no tomorrow.

You're just a breath away. [x2]

Better to die quick, fighting on your feet,
Then to live forever, begging on your knees.
Begging on your, begging on your
Begging on your knees

Can we still be saved?
Hell, no!
Does your God hold a place for us?
Hell, no!
Is there time to repent?
Hell, no!
Will we rise from the dead?
Hell, no!
Can these sins even be forgiven?
Hell, no!
Is there still hope for us?
Hell, no!
Were we ever even alive?
Hell, no!
Is any of this even real?
Hell, no!

8. Forgotten (Lost Angels)

This is a mean and cold town,
I hate this fucking place.
Watch the rats as they all drown,
Dying slowly day by day.
Decrepit and falling down,
Cesspool of human waste.
Swallow profit in deep now
In death you'll finally know the taste.

There are no souls left here to save.
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced.

You fucking hypocrite,
But hooks in lips they do not lie.
Compassion served not on your plate,
How many of them have you watched die?

I can't sing you a happy song,
I can't write you a sing-a-long,
The only catchy hook I've got,
Is the one in my bleeding gut.

Burn it down
Burn it down

There are no souls left here to save.
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced.

Dead stares, dead eyes,
Choked hopes and vacant minds,
Blank words, blank lives,
The end result of endless lies.

There's no angels here,
To get lost in the first place
Jackhammer a fault line,
Pray for earthquakes.
Mulholland's on fire,
And my cig started it.
'92 should have burnt this fucker down,
We're here to finish it.

I'm not impressed by much here,
Much less what you have to say.
Don't give a fuck who you know,
I just want to leave this hellhole

Know that you mean nothing to me,
Nor the lies that seep from your teeth.
Won't piss on you if you're on fire,
One more self-important liar.

Burn it down.
Burn it down.

There are no souls left here to save
Forgotten lost angels long disgraces

Burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it
Burn it down