Lletres: Count Raven. Let The Dead Bury The Dead.

You are an asshole, You're the worst kind of worm
That have crawled out of the ground
Your existence I'm sorry to say is everywhere
On the new job & on the beach, I find you there
The Antichrist is born of a Jackal they say
It seems that you've been born the same way

I can tell that You didn't plan to go far
I just want to know, who the hell You are

You suck the bosses dicks, a sad shape
You put the poor ones down, a human fake
Your whole life is a masquerade
All You are looking for: A better grade

The whole creation knows, You're Satan's slave
Who doesn't realise his sorrow & pain
A child of the grave

I tell You there ain't no use in denying
Life's short & one day You are dying
Then You stand trial to the maker
What will You say to the giver & taker
You believe the lies that fills your head
All I say is let the dead bury the dead

I'll tell what will be, Your biggest fear
No one will remember Your name
You weren't here