"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're 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 nothing's 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 nothing's left
And take us with it!

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

I'm just removing an enemy
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy
Remorse is for the dead