There's dead on every street The city's a cemetery So evidently You better believe
It's better to get up and leave If that's something you'll ever achieve Well then you will need To get a bit mean
With the endless sea of horrendous beings That'll see your flesh as a delicacy They want to find out how your meat tastes One bite is all it takes
Should you make a small mistake They'll make you their next gourmet steak The stakes have been raised, son Can you stave the invasion? From the cradle To the grave, you'll save all walks of life and death When you slay them
I make tools Then i slay fools Though i break rules Stay faithful to the label Of a fellow cutting straight through you From the nape of the neck to the navel
Maybe it's painful Maybe it's not I don't know Your brains are all rotten And though you may have forgotten
The way that it was O won't let you forget when i take you to god With a hame made blade Aimed straight at your schnoz I don't suppose There'll be that much tissue left to let you blow your nose
And so it goes on the contagion continues It'll blatantly take Every grain of the parience And latent frustration That's waiting within you