pieces of what doesn't matter anymore
and I know it'll get you sore
but you'll do it
you'll do it
you'll do it til youve tore

everthing in you
til they're flailing about
and nobody wants you
to let it all out

your memories have haunted
your pieces of gold
the times you once wanted
have grown very old

you will tell your father
you will go away
no one will bother
no one will stay

just forget the living
recount your old ways
amuse the desceased
for the rest of your days

pieces of what doesn't matter anymore
and I know it'll get you sore
but you'll do it
you'll do it
you'll do it til youve tore

everthing in you
til they're flailing about
and nobody wants you
to let it all out

pieces of what doesn't matter anymore
and I know it'll get you sore
but you'll do it
you'll do it
you'll do it til youve tore

everthing in you
til they're flailing about
and nobody wants you
to let it all out
til you've killed them