Remorse Is For The Dead Lyrics - Lamb Of God

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain 

Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well 

Constructed a monument to denial and excess 

Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress 

If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story 

Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity 

Shadows fall through broken panes 

Careless words that are filled with hate 

Just enough to keep it together 

Never enough to make it work 

All the tongues here are forked 

We are a hailstorm of broken glass 

Follow the path of least expectance 

A huge stinking pile of sick 

Pile it higher and higher 

Light the match, start the fire 

Level this place until nothing's left and take us with it 

Surroundings are irate 

Crack of dawn brings naught but pain 

Resentment steadily grows 

Laughing in the gallows 

Full throttle determined to fail 

Pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel 

We are the lucky ones, welcome home 

Pile it higher and higher 

Light the match, start the fire 

Level this place until nothing's left and take us with it 

Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote 

Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule 

Dying beyond the pale 

Your beatings will continue until my morale improves 

I don't hate you, I'm just roving an enemy 

Remorse is for the dead 

I'm just roving an enemy 

Remorse is for the dead 

my enemy 

Remorse is for the dead (the dead, the dead, the dead)