Текст песни Bile - When The Dead Come Home

Interception, contortion, domineering, ignoring, Cancellation of frustration far cry from realization, between suffocation's mind
Dulling lies, there is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead Psychology of fear, the agony
and ecstasy makes death stomp and cheer, it's taunting me, it's taunting me Argument, indecision, false pleasure is all that your
given, it's what you're living There is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead If your fucking
with the demons on the slimy side of town, you've got to keep low down and try not to make a sound If they catch you with a
razor and you're trying to slit your wrists, you'd better make sure it's worth it before you take on that bitch There is no alive,
WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead There is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone
smiles, when they're dead When the dead come home