Tombs

You look at me, you see depraved execration
 You stare a while then look away
 I look at you, I see a slave to convention
 Grieving for another day
 My wars begin with suffering and fire
 And end the same
 Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die
 In your grave
 You wanted war, I gave you more then attention
 I saw that fire in your eye
 You wanted more, I'm giving pure insurrection
 At least you can say that you tried
 My wars begin with suffering and fire

 And end the same
 Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die
 In your grave
 In your tomb