Without Morals - Nevermore

Thread the path of sin and sorrow, swim into the red

If you slowly pull the noose

You choose to walk as if you’re dead

Choke until you cannot feel

The pressure never ends

Without morals we wither

We might as well be gone

I believe in the other world

We cannot right our wrongs

If you lie to me, you slander me, this is why I hate you

Your petulant seed is a dying breed, this why I hate you

Scream into the grave

Unrelenting and unrepentant

Suffer guilt in shades

Choke until you cannot die

The lines refuse to bend

Without morals we wither

We might as well be gone

I believe in the other world

We cannot right our wrongs

If you lie to me, slander me, this is why I hate you

Your petulant seed is a dying breed, this why I hate you

If you lie to me, you slander me, this is why I hate you

You lie to me, you slander me

This is why I hate

Roll the dice, the plot device is fatality in disguise

Choke until you until cannot feel, the pressure never dies

Lie to me, slander me, this is why I hate you

Your petulant seed is a dying breed, this why I hate you

You lie to me, you slander me, this is why I hate you

You lie to me, you slander me

This is why I hate