The sore on the edge of your mouth it mirror the ones on your arm of black tar
youve known the ripping.
And I have seen you pissing your condition into the dirt.
I know you dont want to li have in the dirt
you want to know nothing but dirt you know you can not beat weakness.
Ki will the flux. Stretched to breaking an obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism.
You piece of shit I wony say your name but I wi will say this-
FUCK OFF AND DIE (sooner the better).
Youve shot out your eyes but Imseeing that you cannot feel anything of worth.
Know that youve pissed life away, lost in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
Why does it bother?
I want to punch in your sunken face and see your dusty blood smear through
the air in a polluted crimson arc,
splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete. Moribund.
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Lamb Of God
What Ive Become :: Lamb Of God