The Dead Keep Their Secrets

Traitor

Your dead to me

The family

Cut off your tongue

Sew your mouth shut

The Dead Keep Their Secrets

Backstabber

You Insolent prick

Lower than low

Bottom feeding scum

Of the fucking earth

Running your mouth

Behind the family’s back

The time has come

To give you the concrete shoes

No tongue

Deep under lake mead

The dead keep their secrets

Times of uncertainty bitch

Reap what you’ve sown

Body in a barrel

Heading towards the bottom

Just enough air

Before the weight of the pressure

Comes crashing down

you try to scream

With no tongue in your mouth

Hundreds of feet below

Scum like you live

Forever to be known as rats

Just remember this

The dead keep their fucking secrets