You'll twist and turn your spite 

Till you drain the sane 

Cover up your track's with lie's 

Deceit hide's a smile 



So tired of this false pretence 

Can't even look me in the eye 

Approached by truth, you take offence 

Praise the hypocrite! 



I'll dance on your grave until my feet bleed 

Six feet unders, where you'll rot 

No remorse, your ill fate kept you running 



What lie's behind close door's 

Your slave's dance, you stamp your feet 

Secrecy will land you on your face 

No game, no gain 



Your sheer presence make's my skin crawl 

But your stale memory drag's on 



What goes around, comes around 



I'll dance on your grave until my feet bleed 

Six feet unders where you'll rot 

No remorse, your ill fate kept you running 



We'll spit on your grave until your soul scream's 

Six feet unders not deep enough 

No sleep lost, good thing's come to those who wait