Smiling at the grave

First in line to win
First in line to sacrifice
First in line to be last to dine
Those with the weakest
Hand were picked to dig through the six that would be theirs

No more feeling and no more emotions
Sacrificed to those first in line oh end my pain
This endless pain, smile

Smiling at the grave that's yours
Smiling at the icon that confronts you
Smiling at your last hope
Smiling at your end. The Reaper enters

Days of old catching your ear
When you used to know your way
When you weren't lost to your pain
But you dug your own grave and now you sleep
You died while you slept, no prayer could help you now
No soul was left for him to take, just the six feet that made you happy

No more feeling and no more emotions
Sacrificed to those first in line oh end my pain
This endless pain, smile

Smiling at the grave that's yours
Smiling at the icon that confronts you
Smiling at your last hope
Smiling at your end. The Reaper enters