Unsettled Sight - The Concept of Killing Lyrics

When words are spoken through your chops
The ideal of intelligence stops
The gate of hell is opening
And the concept of killing becomes a thing

In life you cant pull any string
So this will be the reckoning
Your throat is slit and the only thing you speak
Are the insides that came out beneath

You will crumble on the floor

How do I deal with you
How have I ever dealt with
How do I deal with anyone
When all I see and feel is their shit

Anyone who questions this
Isnt worth to live or breath

I always try to keep my mood up high
By acting and joking all the time
It often seems like I'm a moron
But inside me the hatred and depression goes on

And anyone who questions this
Isnt worth
To live or breath

How do I deal with you
How have I ever dealt with
How do I deal with anyone
When all I see and feel is their shit

Worth to breath

How have I ever dealed with you?
How have I ever dealed with you?
How have i ever?
How have I ever?
How have I ever dealed with anyone?