When the Dead Come Home - Bile

Interception

Contortions

Domineering

Ignoring

Cancellation of frustration

Far cry from realization

Between suffocation’s

Mind-dulling lies

There is no alive

WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME

Everyone smiles

When they’re dead

Psychology of fear

The agony and ecstasy

Makes death stomp and cheer

It’s taunting me, it’s taunting me

Argument, indecision

Palse pleasure is all that you’re given

It’s what you’re living

There is no alive

WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME

Everyone smiles

If you’re fucking with the demons on the slimy side of town

You’ve got to keep low-down and try not to make a sound

If they catch you with a razor and you’re trying to slit your wrists

You’d better make sure it’s worth it before you take on that bitch

WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME

There is no alive

WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME

Everyone dies

WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME

Everyone smiles

When they’re dead

When the dead come home…