when you're waking on my grave

stone cold you left me for dead, and now your hands must be bloody red, you can't wash it away, the stains that you've made, will haunt you till your dying day, you've shattered that mirror to pieces, and now you say you gave your life to jesus, so he can wash them away, the stains you have made, and you'll be saved on your dying day, but be mindful when you are speaking my name my name, and be careful when you re walking on my grave, will there be no revenge for my death, am i swimming around in your head, you can't pray it away, this mess you have made, will haunt you till your dying day,