Tombs You look at me, you see depraved execration You stare a while then look away I look at you, I see a slave to convention Grieving for another day My wars begin with suffering and fire And end the same Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die In your grave You wanted war, I gave you more then attention I saw that fire in your eye You wanted more, I'm giving pure insurrection At least you can say that you tried My wars begin with suffering and fire And end the same Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die In your grave In your tomb