No Rest for the Wicked

Sin ripped apart my family like a jackal on the carcass of a beast
Exposing all the vultures who were waiting in the wings to join the feast
Descending like spiders, preparing to poison your prey
You smile on the outside while planning a way to make the guilty pay
But the payment is made

Who would feast upon disgrace?
Well I don't know, I don't wanna know
Blackened hearts will try to raise the wages of sin
Death has kissed the lives we knew
So isn't that enough for you?
The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again
For the payment is made
The payment is made

Death and devastation are the natural consequences of sin
Enough for any man to bear, even without your thinly-veiled revenge
You hand a glass of water to a man who's beginning to drown
You reach out your hand like you care, but only push him further down
But the payment is made

Who would feast upon disgrace?
Well I don't know, I don't wanna know
Blackened hearts will try to raise the wages of sin
Death has kissed the lives we knew
So isn't that enough for you?
The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again
For the payment is made
The payment is made

Restoration, lifting up the fallen
Edifying is our higher calling
If we fail to reconcile our brothers
Then we only serve to tear each other down

Death has kissed the lives we knew
So isn't that enough for you?
The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again
For the payment is made
The payment is made