Mudvayne

Instruments for surgery, amputate the cause
Misery of humanity is carving through us all
Emptiness resolves and falls with
Instances of perjury, lies flowing out like piss
Darken like the fall of day until we seal our end
Until they seal our end is nearing
[Chorus]
Oh, I feel sick got a bone to pick the little men
that complicate it all, so beyond the pale that I'm ticking like a time bomb
Oh, I'm so sick that I wanna spit the little men
Lying to us all, so beyond the pale
That I'm rippin' like a chainsaw
Illustrate the tyranny, building up the walls
Each life represents a stone, as foundation crumbles
We all fall down with words that speak of blasphemy
With every breath of sin, damned until the fall of man
The day we reach our end
Until we reach our end is nearing
[Chorus]
Oh, I feel sick got a bone to pick the little men