You'll twist and turn your spite
Till you drain the sane
Cover up your tracks with lies
Deceit hides a smile

So tired of this false pretence
Can't even look me in the eye
Approached by truth, you take offence
Praise the hypocrite!

I'll dance on your grave until my feet bleed
Six feet unders, where you'll rot
No remorse, your ill fate kept you running

What lies behind close doors
Your slaves dance, you stamp your feet
Secrecy will land you on your face
No game, no gain

Your sheer presence makes my skin crawl
But your stale memory drags on

What goes around, comes around

I'll dance on your grave until my feet bleed
Six feet unders where you'll rot
No remorse, your ill fate kept you running

We'll spit on your grave until your soul screams
Six feet unders not deep enough
No sleep lost, good thing's come to those who wait

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