Bury Your Dead

The Haunted

Can't imagine the pain inside of you.

Can't take the violence shooting through.

Unleash your rage, pounding fear into their eyes



Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again.

Can't take the fuckin' pain.



Bury your dead



No remorse for the victims massacred.

There's no end to this twisted killing spree.

Now come to terms with the rage that blinds your eyes



Transparent, forced-on guilt.

Won't reconcile.

Their distorted values

Fucks your pride.



Appease your fevered mind

Recoil from self-possession.

Set things straight one last time:



Bury your dead.