Hypocritical Mass from Drowning Glory by Swamp Coffin

It's no surprise its come to this
A bond of blood reduced to piss
A broken record of third-rate hits
Keep on selling the same old myths,
Betraying all those memories
Turn even family to enemies
On the soap box once again
Still believing all the lies you spin

If the Deville could see what you have done,
Lay false worship on someone
You chose to resent til their last breath
But you can't take back death

Save your breath til it means shit
A thousand times I've heard you spit
The same old tired and tested clichés,
And falsely claim you've changed your ways
One more round in to the breech
A horse so high the gods can't reach
You take but you will never give
So just keep on rewriting the narrative

If the Deville could see what you have done,
Lay false worship on someone
You chose to resent til their last breath
But you can't take back death

If the deville could see what you have done
If the deville could see what you have done
Father, ghost, unholy scum

Can't turn back
Can't turn back death

• Metal
• doom
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• sludge
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