"Fell Off" lyrics

"Fell Off"

Again!
We're better off with this sick need
To attack apathy
Fuck the heartless that fell off, they're weak
Fake moves, they fake defeat for sympathy

It's a death without honor
So like pigs to the slaughter
We won't stop you from
All of the inevitable
Axe falls to come
You're right where you belong
We'll be watching a train wreck
We vowed never to forget it
I'm watching out and I hate all of you
Gutless, cutthroat fucks, I see right through
You're feeding off a long dead host
You parasites give up the ghost
It's nothing new

Until the hollow walls
Of your heart tremble
I'll bury every last breath
Into this
Won't be a painless process
That much I promise
While quick-hit goners cower, I'll be
Bringing back the king killer glory
Salt their wounds with sound and fury
I'll resurrect
I'll resurrect

It's a death without honor
So, like pigs to the slaughter
I'm watching out
And I hate all of you
Gutless, cutthroat fucks, I see right through
You're feeding off a long dead host
You parasites give up the ghost
It's nothing new


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