Rest in Piss - Old Wounds

Crawl, this is the end

Bark, the march of the damned

Beg, the crawl of the pigs

This is the end

While the world burns, the religious hide with their tales tucked between their

legs

Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth

Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth

Let this end with us

There’s comfort in knowing this is the end of the unjust

Etch the names into the graves

The youth are sick and tired

The old are jaded tyrants

The youth are sick and tired

The old are jaded tyrants

We have killed us

We made the bed of snakes

We built this house of shit

We have killed us

Crawl, this is the end

Bark, the march of the damned

Beg, the crawl of the pigs

This is the end

Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth

Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth

I couldn’t dream it, I can’t believe it

I’ve been living in the kingdom of suffering

Are you so deaf to the cries?

You have killed us

You have killed us

You have killed us

You have killed us

You have killed us

You have killed us

You have killed us

You have killed us