Luyện nghe bài hát Remorse Is For The Dead

The Lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights hell, worked a little all too well
Constructed a monument to denial and
Sunk so low, crawled so far there's nowhere left to regress

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

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

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

are irate
Crack of dawn naught but pain
Resentment steadily grows, in the gallows
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the asleep at the wheel
We are the ones, welcome home

Pile it higher and
the match, start the fire
Level this until nothing's left,
And take us it

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

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