corpse (for competion: how i feel)

I thought life was fair
but its dark with evil
highest form of racism
I lost life's trust and got stabbed by it's injustice
Now, I'm dead, I guess you fine?
 
lying face up, six feet below
I see my undertakers
I hear the foot steps of the morticians
the embalmment of an outcast
Yes, i'm dead
 
My spirit at heaven's gate
Revenge calling me back
The termites start their feast though
My only option is give them more meals
Yes, I'm gone beyond the skies

I feel powerless, though I'm drowning in Arsenal
I feel hopeless, though I'm destined for justification
Superstitions; reincarnation was only a bluff
yes, I feel dead; a corpse
No remorse, that's how my love for you died.