Hold up, wait All of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves One day, I will forget their name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name (hold up, wait!) When I was twenty-seven every night I had dreams

Eviscerated by your misery I watched you rot inside an open grave How long will we pray to silence? Don't give up, I've heard you say Over and over from an open grave It's not my suffering It's not my wound to cover I'm dying watching you bleed

Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave Twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting

In my grave, I'll rot I've dug two graves for us, my dear Can't pretend that I was perfect, leaving you in fear Oh man, what a world, the things I hear If I could act on my revenge, then, oh, would I? Some kill, some steal, some break your heart Well,