Lost

in-

side

the

sys-

tem

Locked

a-

way

with-

out

a

key

No

one

will

e-

ver

miss

a

me-

nace

to

so-

ci-

e-

ty

A

gross

lack

of

po-

ten-

tial

Bad

de-

ci-

sions

made

in

spite

A

tou-

chy

hair-

pin

trig-

ger

and

such

a

was-

ted

life

Trying

to

break

the

mold

of

a

bro-

ken

fa-

mi-

ly

Fight

a-

gainst

your

fai-

lure

And

li-

ving

on

his

knees

Guil-

ty

of

a

crime

of

non-

con-

for-

mi-

ty

A

han-

ging

judge

and

ju-

ry

han-

ding

down

the

pe-

nal-

ty

A

le-

thal

in-

jec-

tion

Now

they

watch

the

bo-

dy

jerk

Ex-

ter-

mi-

nate

the

prob-

lem

Ex-

cept

it

didn't

work

No

vi-

tal

sign

of

life,

they

dec-

lared

it

wasn't

there

Co-

ro-

ner

ne-

ver

checked

Be-

cause

he

didn't

fu-

cking

care

Pas-

sing

off

the

bo-

dy

They

all

be-

lieve

he

died

The

star-

ting

up

the

hearse

Now

for

a

fi-

nal

drive

Like

whist-

ling

past

a

grave-

yard

When

wal-

king

by

at

night

It's

a

fa-

tal

il-

lu-

sion

To

think

that

e-

vil

ne-

ver

dies

In

a

dar-

kened

mortu-

a-

ry

Ree-

king

of

for-

mal-

de-

hyde

A-

roused

from

dead-

ly

slum-

ber

Some-

thing

ope-

ned

up

his

eyes

Spil-

ling

all

their

blood

was

a

pro-

mise

that

he'd

keep

Hate

so

strong

re-

vived

him

from

a

deep

nec-

ro-

tic

sleep

Clawing

a-

way

the

cas-

ket

lid

un-

til

his

fin-

gers

bleed

He

grabbed

a

knife

and

set

out

on

a

vi-

vi-

sec-

tion

spree

A

but-

cher,

hell

bent

Mas-

sac-

ring

each

one

with

his

blade

From

the

first

one

to

the

last

He

dis-

patched

them

to

the

grave

It's

a

fa-

tal

il-

lu-

sion

It's

a

fa-

tal

il-

lu-

sion

E-

vil

n-

ever

dies

It

ne-

ver

dies