The sound of laughter inside your head, Don't you wish you were born dead. The sound of laughter inside you head, Makes you wish you were born dead. Born dead, you make me fucking sick!
No future, no guilt, destined to walk the line of mediocrity. Nothing can become of what is born dead. A society taken in by your wall of smoke. Cloaking your face, a disposable entity. Born with the intent to breath but never achieving your goal.
The sound of laughter inside you head, don't you wish you were Born dead. the sound of laughter inside you head. makes you wish you were Born dead. Born dead, you make me fucking sick!
The entire human race will acknowledge you as the earths biggest mistake. Existence is defective by nature, as we lie in our own filth and stagnate.
Failure was inevitable.
Close your eyes, and prey that you don't wake up. Lay in your own filth, you have no future, no guilt. Destined to walk the line of mediocrity.
We, We took your soul, there was no remorse as we dug your grave. You were a cancer and we cut you out. We, We took your soul, there was no remorse as we Buried you and they'll be no tears as we spit upon your grave.
The sound of laughter inside you head, don't you wish you were Born dead. the sound of laughter inside you head, makes you wish you were Born dead. Born dead, you make me fucking sick!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
