Six feet under
Dying, tortured souls
Pity the f*cking soil you walk on
Dying breed
You only want to redeem
The last breath of air
Before he takes you there
Clear your mind
Let it rip your insides
Another being, a full waste of space
Abandoned by your saving grace
All of the effort, put to f*cking waste
All of the effort, such a f*cking shame
You were brought up this way
Now you'll f*cking decay