Rigor Mortis

You have plagued me for the last time
Tear the flesh from the eyes of the stray
Burn the stake from the martyr
Your reign will not be accepted
Everything I’ve ever taken for granted
Now I’m just stranded, with this misconception that’s been lingering for so long

You’re from the gutter like the rest of us
Just to afraid to admit what you’ve fucking done
I want my life back

I’m sick of you dumbass rats, it makes me fucking sick
You use the torment for pity, but it won’t be this easy
I’ve been arranged from neglect

I was Born with a noose on my neck
You abandoned me, to watch me burn alive

Yeah

Corpse fingers , I feel her touch
Where’d my sense go, I feel I’ve lost so much, I feel I’ve come to far to let it go
Corpse fingers, they cover my eyes
Only to show me the ones I despise

I make mistakes and I can’t take them
I’ve made my bed , now I’ll lay in it

You’re from the gutter like the rest of us just too afraid to admit what you’ve fucking done

Fuck