Remain Dead
AngryWolf
(ANGRYWOLF SCREAMS)
You have the right to remain dead
Chop you with an axe to colour it red
You lay paralysed in your own bed
But who cares what your best friend said
My spinning knife cuts out of your head
Brains, ears, noses and spots that bled
Drowning in the abyss of hate and regret
Flies and maggots in your rotten flesh
(ANGRYWOLF SCREAMS)
