Cold washed-out womb at the end of the world
Get out and save yourself before the Earth is spoiled
Christ help you now but now never comes
'Cause I've found the way to take you back where you belong

You are nothing nothing

Die in the mud so full of cess
Now from an open throat you call me from this mess
Kill to quench fatigue lynch and tie him up
Penalty beyond what fills your overflowing cup

You are nothing

Insect life what I seek
Kill the old kill the weak
Hell is here on the ground
Build it up tear it down
And I spit

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

Flash straight to my brain cracked and grey with grease
Proper graves are few and there are millions to appease
Instinct guides me now fundamental life
Feed me with the sights your eyes have come now to despise

Tight and phobic black its back God's drain testing man now
Scrape it off to spite the broken guilty and the bowed
Your head it hangs for all to see the hungry and the meek
Nothing lives and nothing breathes and nothing's all you need

You are nothing
You are nothing
You are nothing
You are nothing

Insect life what I seek
Kill the old kill the weak
Hell is here on the ground
Build it up tear it down
And I spit

Insect life what I seek
Kill the old kill the weak
Hell is here on the ground
Build it up and tear it down
And I spit

And I spit
And I spit
Because you're nothing
You're nothing

Insect life what I seek
Kill the old kill the weak

...it up tear it down

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