Senile Lyrics

I can see, despise in your eyes
I'm subversive, in my looks
You're pretentious, to the last
You're just forgotten, pawns of the past

Pertaining of great armies
Annihilated in your path
You tell of great heroes
Good looking psychopaths

Incubus, of your sleep, that you crave
Indelible, in your brain, now it stays
Then you march on Remembrance Day
Worshipping the burial, where the dead lay