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