Tombs

You look at me, you see depraved execration

You stare a while then look away

I look at you, I see a slave to convention

Grieving for another day

My wars begin with suffering and fire

And end the same

Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die

In your grave

You wanted war, I gave you more then attention

I saw that fire in your eye

You wanted more, I'm giving pure insurrection

At least you can say that you tried

My wars begin with suffering and fire

And end the same

Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die

In your grave

In your tomb