Deep down you know that you're wrong
You keep repeating the same old song
I know you'll never accept the truth
So don't you dare ask me to pray for you
Don't you beg for help
You haven't learned to listen
Stuck in your ways inside your mental prison
You think your life is worth being saved?
If you want a helping hand
I'll help you dig your grave
I'll help you dig your grave
Take a step back
Make way for the ones who know how to act
You're just another fucking body to add to the stack
Take a step off the ledge before thе ground cracks
You'll rot in hell with the rest of thе weak willed
A mass burial plot for the ones who are killed
I'm wasting my breath
With every word that I write down
You're in inches of water
But I know that you'll drown
You can't think for yourself
And you never listen
Putting your life on the line for superstition
Anti-this or anti-that
You're so fucking conditioned
As nature weeds out the weak
We're closer to remission
Can you see the cancer out in the open?
If we don't cut it out
We'll forever be broken
Can you see the cancer out in the open?
Viral suicidal by false idols outspoken
Weed out the weak
