Take me to my grave
Dying day by day
It's driving me insane
Do you even hear what you say
Running your mouth
You should bite your tongue
Nothing but shit spilling out of it
You run your mouth
You should bite your tongue
Nothing but shit
Spilling out
Of it
Ignorance
Nothing left in your head
Won't give a fuck
If they find you dead
I can't believe
What's coming out of your mouth
Your teeth
Would look better knocked out
Self-proclaimed saint
Bearing a cross of hate
Staged with faith
And burned at the stake
Enslaved but you still pray
You still fucking pray
Retribution
Has got a hold on me
Your point of view
I can no longer see
Retribution
Has got its hold on me
Your point of view
Is like a fucking
Disease
Retribution
Has got its hold on me
Your point of view
Is a fucking disease