Let the Dead Bury the Dead - Count Raven

You are an asshole, You’re the worst kind of worm

That have crawled out of the ground

Your existence I’m sorry to say is everywhere

On the new job & on the beach, I find you there

The Antichrist is born of a Jackal they say

It seems that you’ve been born the same way

I can tell that You didn’t plan to go far

I just want to know, who the hell You are

You suck the bosses dicks, a sad shape

You put the poor ones down, a human fake

Your whole life is a masquerade

All You are looking for: A better grade

The whole creation knows, You’re Satan’s slave

Who doesn’t realise his sorrow & pain

A child of the grave

I tell You there ain’t no use in denying

Life’s short & one day You are dying

Then You stand trial to the maker

What will You say to the giver & taker

You believe the lies that fills your head

All I say is let the dead bury the dead

I’ll tell what will be, Your biggest fear

No one will remember Your name

You weren’t here