- cifra
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
