Ritual Of Desecration
The grave robbers work is never done,
Its up all night and sleep all day,
The hours are shit with hell to pay.
Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
When the ladies claw my back at night,
I know Im doing something right.
I deliver the goods as long as they dont ask,
Deny, deny, deny
Im a working stiff like dear old dad,
And to you and yours nothing but curses,
Youll slave your life away,
And for what?
Youre just as dead as these old fucks.
Theyll never get me,
Ill never run out of stock,
With every second that ticks past,
The bodies are still stacking up.
So Ive clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadmans bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
Its but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
Come dance with me,
This graveyard planet that youve called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
Its but as worthless as a turd.
Will you follow me into the dark?
Will you follow me into the dark?
I rob the dead for what theyre worth,
Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex.
When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
Within the fallens shoes youd turn your nose at me,
Although I smell of sheik perfumes.
So Ive clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadmans bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.
I'm Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes,
So deeply it festers,
The guilt is murder.
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
Its but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
May the gods have mercy
May the gods have mercy.
