Luyện nghe bài hát Remorse Is For The Dead

The dirty Lord of the manor surveys his filthy
Too many raising hell, worked a little all too well
Constructed a monument to denial and
Sunk so low, crawled so far back nowhere left to regress

If walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall broken panes
Careless words that are filled with
Just enough to it together, never enough to make it work

All the here are forked
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least
A huge stinking of sick

it higher and higher
Light the match, start the
Level this place until left,
And us with it

Surroundings are
Crack of brings naught but pain
Resentment grows, laughing in the gallows
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the
We are the ones, welcome home

Pile it higher and
the match, start the fire
Level this place until left,
And take us it

Poisoned and bloody antidote
Violence is not and aberration, it's a rule beyond the pale
Your beatings continue until' my morale improves
I don't hate you, I'm removing an enemy
Remorse is for the

I'm removing an enemy
Remorse is for the dead, my
Remorse is for the dead, for dead, for dead, for