Iâm feeling sick from the thought of you all
Expected to walk when you canât even crawl.
Spoon feed lies at your first breath
Count down the days till a beautiful d**h.
The spoilt filth that roam these streets
It begins to make me sick.
Now I have realised what I have to do
Eradicate the all and send them to awaiting tombs.
Embrace me with open arms
Itâs not too late to redeem you.
Is it youâre fault that youâre a waste of space?
Or is it just this f**ed up world that consumes you?
I donât bring pity for those who are leeches of the sun
I wonât forget those you claim they are redeeming.
I wonât forget those until I have taken every one.
Can you hear all the lies? that surrounds you?
Can you speak the truth thatâs not found in you?
Iâm feeling sick from the thought of you all
Expected to walk when you canât even crawl.
Spoon feed lies at your first breath
Count down the days until a beautiful d**h.
(This rotting inside I feel it consuming
This hatred inside I feel it consuming)
Leeches of the sun
I dream of tidal waves consuming this world
Picking off you f**ing fleas that unfurl,
So if it doesnât happen I am here to serve.
Eradication of all that have turnedâ¦.