When The Dead Come Home by Bile Lyrics

Interception
Contortions
Domineering
Ignoring

Cancellation of frustration
Far cry from realization
Between suffocation's
Mind-dulling lies

There is no alive
WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME
Everyone smiles
When they're dead

Psychology of fear
The agony and ecstasy
Makes death stomp and cheer
It's taunting me, it's taunting me
Argument, indecision
Palse pleasure is all that you're given
It's what you're living
There is no alive
WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME
Everyone smiles

If you're fucking with the demons on the slimy side of town
You've got to keep low-down and try not to make a sound
If they catch you with a razor and you're trying to slit your wrists
You'd better make sure it's worth it before you take on that bitch

WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME

There is no alive
WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME
Everyone dies
WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME
Everyone smiles
When they're dead

When the dead come home...