I've lived my life never trying to compromise but I felt so weak, never too awake but I'll curse this search and bow down to the scum of the earth, waking the dead while my stomach turns.
Without a word, without a stone the scum will rise and they'll never walk alone without a saint or book of prayers they'll lead the weak who will learn to understand.
This desert burns, I walk on coal and the pains deserved. They've set a fire for all that serve. You watch and learn, motherfuckers want to take their turns but they'll fall in line, just wait and die.
Without a word, without a stone the scum will rise and they'll never walk alone without a saint or book of prayers they'll lead the weak who will learn to understand.
Put your eyes to the sky and watch their demise the world is a curse for the scum of the earth we all die sometime.