Their time has come... Whores and baying jackals Come to pay respects Weeping as they mourn their icon A saint only in death Don't try to understand what's going on Just know past events will be chanced before too long These liars at a funeral will soon feed On an open casket and vacant memories Before the worms can feast They're misremembered for what they were The crows descend on grief And amity that never was So mank souls bereaved Look how they carry on Why do they feel the need To praise the dead they once abhorred? Once loathed in life Now praised in death I know what they all seek A brief connection to this world A break from apathy To feel the semblance of a soul You can always count on those Ignorant to truths they know Such polite hypocrisy Can't you see there's something wrong? Once loathed in life Now praised in death Besieged by lies Once loathed in death Fools acquiesce You know you can's escape it So you soon accept it As they shun those who oppose them The reality sets in Scattering like the ashes of the wicked dead Cowards crawl to their holes With their spines and thoughts bereft We mute the silent screams As our live are carried on Disavowing sickening acts Once the horror's laid to rest And you dare not speak the truth Or you will be spat upon Rewrite their epitaphs And preach the good of what they were