i m still waiting for smoke to clear from this funeral fire my ears are ringing forced into what it means to be alive revenge is pounding i feel it cold in my veins you re gone but not forgotten familiars laid out on their backs parts of the whole are missing but the black sheep left keeps it complete let it come down don t count me out this will not die heavenly father s wrath and hell is in my eyes rain down these shadows and regrets hear angels singing while the devil sits and smiles don t count me out this will not die keep things right on course and leave no loose end untied tried to speak through your final breath your final sighs just to tell you i can do this my weakness ain t my pride revenge is pounding i feel it cold in my veins you re gone but not forgotten now here i stand in front of you with a crooked heart broken and unglued i ve got a new thing i wrote it down in alabama clav a swan song for the rest of us