Lamb Of God

The sore on the edge of your mouth it mirror the ones on your arm of black tar
you've known the ripping.
And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt.
I know you don't want to live in the dirt
you want to know nothing but dirt you know you can't beat weakness.
Kill the flux. Stretched to breaking an obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism.
You piece of shit I won'y say your name but I will say this-
FUCK OFF AND DIE (sooner the better).