Piss on the Grave

Life whispers secrets under southern stars. Dirt bleeds red where the sun carves its scars.

Italian fire boils in Scottish veins. Skull cracked open, reaper screaming my name.

Mate, gone in a flash through shattered glass. Dad drowned in

pills, guilt, barbed wire grassed. I rise from

the wreckage, unbreakable free. Piss on the grave they dug for me.

Piss on the grave. Scars are my armor, painting my skin.

Hurting like hell, but I'll never give in. I rise, I rise.

Through the pain I endure, the world tried to bury me,