Company Graveyard

My name is carved, on the graveyard gate
 I got no rules, just skulls to break
 I dig a hole, deep down in the ground
 Bury the hatchet, so it can't be found.
 Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard.
 Full red moon, long black hearse
 Driver's blind, to his own curse
 I see eyes, shine without a face
 Grapes of wrath, with a rotten taste.
 Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard.
 The air is fowl, hot flesh and bone
 Ears are numb, to the moans and groans
 Sharpen my blade, on a jagged tombstone
 Gonna cut me a path, out of the dead man's home.
 Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard.