7. Six Feet Under's Not Deep Enough
 
You'll twist and turn your spite
 'Til 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  What lies behind closed 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  We'll spit on your grave until your soul screams
 Six feet under's not deep enough
 No sleep lost, good [bad word] to those who wait