Dancing on Your Grave

by The Mizzerables

Wait for it the burning sensation
Deep inside all your self inflicted wounds
You asked for all of this

Drunken nights in a dingy basement bar
Broken walls you leaned up hard against
You asked for all of this
Now I’m dancing on your grave

Scapegoat an easy target to prey on
I gave it all tore my bleeding heart right out
You asked for all of this

Three days all it took for you to kill
Blood stains you spread around like fire flies
You asked for all of this
Now I’m dancing on your grave

Cliches all you could conjure for your sake
Wasted breath 86 in my head
You asked all of this
Yeah you asked for all of this
Yeah you asked for all of this
Now I’m dancing on your grave