Post Mortem Lyrics - Inspection 12

Depressed. A series of unlawful acts dedicated to you. 

Grow up, but don't forget the times we spent. 

And now they're gone. You feel the pain. 

You're trembling. Oh, not again. 

Bye-bye to us. Who's gonna pay? 

Yeah-yeah-yeah. 

Silence has been broken. My life is destroyed. 

Goodnight, all good people. This is something I can't avoid. 

A mess to clean. A masterpiece: 

Monet's farewell to modern greed. 

A mass cliche of red champagne. 

Domestic wives are now in pain. 

Yeah-yeah-yeah.