You'll twist and turn your spite 'till you drain the sane Cover up your tracks with lies Deceit hides a smile So tired of this false pretence Can't even look me in the eye Approached by truth, you take offence Praise the hypocrite! I'll dance on your grave until my feet bleed Six feet under's where you'll rot No remorse, your ill fate kept you running What lies behind close doors Your slaves dance, you stamp your feet Secrecy will land you on your face No game, no gain Your sheer presence makes my skin crawl But your stale memory drags on What goes around, comes around I'll dance on your grave until my feet bleed Six feet under's where you'll rot No remorse, your ill fate kept you running We'll spit on your grave until your soul screams Six feet under's not deep enough No sleep lost, good things come to those who wait