Bastard Ritual - Emmure

All of my father’s are dead

The one’s alive do not care

It seems what I have become

Is something less than a man

And in the end they were right

I’ve gone and wasted my life

And now my only goal is

To slowly die in a ditch

To be a grave left unkempt

A corpse un-mourned and un-wep

Under the Earth I will be

Alone, disgraced and deceased

You’ll never say R.I.P.

You’ll never say R.I.P.

You’ll never say R.I.P.

You’ll never say R.I.P.

You’ll never say R.I.P.