Loathed in Life - Praised in Death - Abysmal Dawn

Whores and baying jackals

Come to pay respects

Weeping as they mourn their icon

A saint only in death

Don’t try to understand what’s going on

Just know past events will be chanced before too long

These liars at a funeral will soon feed

On an open casket and vacant memories

Before the worms can feast

They’re misremembered for what they were

The crows descend on grief

And amity that never was

So many souls bereaved

Look how they carry on

Why do they feel the need

To praise the dead they once abhorred?

Once loathed in life

Now praised in death

I know what they all seek

A brief connection to this world

A break from apathy

To feel the semblance of a soul

You can always count on those

Ignorant to truths they know

Such polite hypocrisy

Can’t you see there’s something wrong?

Once loathed in life

Now praised in death

Besieged by lies

Once loathed in death

Fools acquiesce

You know you can’s escape it

So you soon accept it

As they shun those who oppose them

The reality sets in

Scattering like the ashes of the wicked dead

Cowards crawl to their holes

With their spines and thoughts bereft

We mute the silent screams

As our live are carried on

Disavowing sickening acts

Once the horror’s laid to rest

And you dare not speak the truth

Or you will be spat upon

Rewrite their epitaphs

And preach the good of what they were