Weakest link has broken Kneel for what it gets you Kneel for where you’ll go There you go into a blissful oblivion again Unable to consider others opinions Fantasize that you’re never coming back Tasteless and numb We’re left through the debris Furthered Where are you? Ending others Death without a gun Now no one procrastinates Still making excuses throughout your life Your whole life you’ve been a pussy Run away, slither away or drift away Rid your self Just as long as we don’t have to smell your awful stench again Burn every bride you can find down Now you know the bitter taste of losing it all Just like gambling stupid people in a patternized haze Say something NOW NOW you know Beyond point of repair The process of replacement has begun Nothing gives me more satisfaction than that Crippled empty Further empty Furthering me The process has begun Wheel off the empty We wheel to the cliff top We wheel over the edge Watch as he goes down Spinning like a washer The cycles of his distress