The Dead Won't Mind Songtext

von Vulture Industries

Know my brother that this is not something which I will enjoy,
One by one send them shuffling down the slope
In a jumble to tied together with string or rope.
In pairs or clustered like the ticks in a dead dog's ear.
The deceased... the dead... they just don't care.
You know the dead won't mind.
They won't mind if we cut them up into tiny little bits,
If we take away their children,
Throw them into the streets.
Sells them off for science or feed them to the throng,
The dead are easy;
With the dead you can't go wrong.
Grind their bones to dust to fill in the cracks,
Or hang them up as warnings along the hangman's rack.
Dead dogs don't bark,
Nor do dead dogs leave their mark.
The dead are easy,
With the dead you can't go wrong.But I have to defend what your reckless soul risks to destroy.
I'd love to love you but there is a knife between us.
You put it there.
I realize that i Hold the handle,
While you stand at the bitter end of this blade between us,
I wish I could,
But I cannot bend.
Even through my burden compels me,
It comforts me in my troublesome chore.
I know you find this gruesome,
Well it's also something I abhor.
All know the furnace must be fed.
There is a logic to the fact that the furnace must be fed.
There is an infallible logic to the fact
That the clattering bones of the willingly mislead
Is a suitable fuel to light up the dusk that lies ahead.
All men know, and all agree.
I hope that you see my regrets are profound.
This is no wish of mine,
But I am duty bound.
It stands to reason that each wrong must be corrected,
And each straying soul must be collected.
I curse and I howl, but I am duty bound,
So I bury my guilt deep beneath a glorious mound.
I curse you for that knife between us,
That wedge you drove deep down within us.