Postmortem done zip you up and throw you down into a hole
Dark and cold fill you with the ashes of all those you've burned
Let loose the maggots to feed on th sickness that you installed
To feed on your flesh, the only way you'll be absolved
By a process of degradation. We'll laugh while you slowly dissolve
The red robes of rome reigned over us all
Cloaked us in fear of the unseen and unknown
The echoes of empty ones fell upon a thousand deaf ears and the bruises and broken limbs fell upon the eyes of blind dogs
They were buried unnamed, unquestioned and unheard
A cross in one hand and a co*k in the other
The state sat on your lap while you barked out the orders through smiling pursed lips hiding the teeth of the sickest of all
A shut mouth is a guilty mouth as guilty as the rest, as guilty as the rapist, the murderer the state and the fist
So empty your pockets of all your f**ing god's gold
And empty your pockets of all the souls you stole
And so I piss on your grave from the greatest of unholy heights
Each drop on the soil is the acid to wash you away
Your strength and your dictates are starting to crumble and fade as the worms of all truth feel free to eat you away
And so we piss on your grave from the greatest of unholy heights