Fit For An Autopsy - Wither lyrics

Put me in the f**ing ground Ugly f**ing gods, ugly f**ing heroes Bow to your masters Count your worthless f**ing zeroes Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a sap Like the trees that leak green old s** it out 'till they all collapse I'm not a victim, at least I never thought I was I'm just a product of my environment Just the salted f**ing slug Pocket stuffer, motherf**er, soul stealer, bottom feeder Just put me in the f**ing ground Ugly f**ing gods, ugly f**ing heroes Bow to you masters Count your worthless f**ing zeroes Watch me wither I'm just the salted f**ing slug watch me wither I'm just the salted f**ing slug watch me wither I'm just the salted f**ing slug born to burn Give unto the pigs what they year Give me hate in your handshake Give me hell in pain I embrace it Born to die Born to rot in a soup of flies Leave me in the pines Let my body become the decay in my mind We all deserve the shovel We all deserve the crown To a kingdom of dirt and devils So just put me in the f**ing ground A kingdom of dirt and devils Nothing more, nothing less A kingdom of dirt and devils Nothing is pure, nothing is left