Übersetzung: Haunted. Bury Your Dead.
. Unleash your rage, pounding fear into their eyes Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. Can't take the fuckin' pain. Bury your dead
in your pie, the hair to your lie Do good to you mind; your question to your why? The wing to your fly, bone to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God;
't have to take your life To bury you beneath the weeds I'm over you, you're dead to me It's plain to see you're above the ground You haunt the streets
insect in your pie, the hair to your lie Do good to you mind, your question to your why? The wing to your fly, bone to your high The Dirt Dog, I be
through the underground I don't want no sun. I don't want; I don't want sunlight no more Bury me deep underground. Bury me deep deep underground
are calling me Buried dead I've spiritually infected Call to me from beyond their graves Bleed I now bleed pus I bleed, the blood of the dead I bleed
and fall upon your unwilling ears It will be okay Go I, I, I took to the sky, did you mourn for me? Who needs flowers when your dead and buried? For
cannae last. A tumblerful of voddie, two fingers in a glass, a handful of promises, a heart full of remorse, Mindful of your manners when you're brought down to your
Well, you say you've got everything you wanted All your beds are full and your houses are haunted And everything you need, well, you got it on credit
yours I need a suite with the flowers Complementary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse The World Is Yours
off of my face I'll play God, I'll play dead You'll be the one to shoot me in the head And I'm waiting and I'm wanting Still hating, still haunting
Every single inch of me scream decisive hate Bloody image of you, horror haunts my eyes Blood lust, victim is your name Drop dead, turn me on again Pleasure
of just measuring meaningless knowledge, with a scoured eye and a crooked tongue, you will watch us die, you will eat our young, and bury us all in your
have no choice Faded mem'ries haunt you Listen closely to my voice Feed me all your hatred Empty all your thoughts to me I can fill your emptiness With
In emptiness I roam through the sombre dawnings I am a living dead haunted by shadows End my fucking life - I will not cry Let me fucking burn - I feel
the truth Your fate was predicted by my brutality I was the convict but now you are the encaged I was the innocent - you buried your guilt in me Now
, lost lovers but I still got my soul On a journey through my head I stumble on a mess Where bad things from my past are buried, not dead They haunt
