Fuck

Rotted grace, when you sink in the hate
You run out of options, left with the weak
Suckling freaks, bloated at your feet

Fall so far from what you were in my eyes
For heaven you claw, deceiving us all
Crying victim
Oh, a crooked dagger in each step you take
The cycle repeats (cycle repeats)
A diseased and suffering thing
Head full of false imaginings

You'll feel the red, for those baptised in dread
I came to bury the hatchet in your fucking head
You took our deadweight, a crying, begging brat
A hidden serpent's tongue, another useless rat

Your little prodigy (prodigy)
Another disease, woah

Rotted grace, when you sink in the hate
No saint to see (saint to see)
The target's on your back
There's blood to bleed, I should have buried you

Crumble to nothing, vermin
Separate art from artist with a head cut off
Discarded rot
This time I'll bury you, you, you, fuck you