Lyrics

I beat the dead, they don't fight back
They have no need, they have no lack
They bear the marks of my attack
I beat the dead, they don't react

Call me fiend, or call me foul
Throw me to the dogs that bite and howl
Before you point a finger or cry an empty tear
Buy yourself a alibi, get yourself a mirror

I rob the poor, they don't mind
I take whatever I happen to find
It's never much at any one time
I rob the poor, it's not a crime

I beat the dead...

I kill the children before they're born
As their little feet begin to form
Don't buy them shoes, they won't get worn
I kill the children, I am not scorned