Fall behind
Find your place
Make your home inside the dirt
Youve got me all choked up
Wear that noose around your neck
Bite my nails and drive them
Through your feet
False prophets, No Profit
God's not impressed with you
False Prophets, no profit
You are subhuman
Id rather f*cking die
Than live like you on the inside
Live a lie, consumed by pride
No life to save for the other f*cking side
You are the lowest form of BITCH
Put upon, this f*cking planet
Whisper how it feels to be extinguished