when you're waking on my grave

stone cold you left me for dead

and now your hands must be bloody red

you can't wash it away

the stains that you've made

will haunt you till your dying day

you've shattered that mirror to pieces

and now you say you gave your life to jesus

so he can wash them away

the stains you have made

and you'll be saved on your dying day

but be mindful when you are speaking my name my name

and be careful when you re walking on my grave

will there be no revenge for my death

am i swimming around in your head

you can't pray it away

this mess you have made

will haunt you till your dying day