Slaves to the saw

Bloodshed on red carpets

Roll ′em out, every sick dog marked a targetShove all your help

Shoveling shit on my shoulders

And cracking their belts

Cancer cut from the meat

Tumor torn from their teeth

I've taken bigger shits than their band

You′ll learn to snitch, learn to burn every bridge

Open every decade old slit on the wrist

Hold out your hands

Here's some advice, stop

Not much left after they've taken their cuts

Give up

Cunts that can′t hack it and kids that won′t make the

Sliced necks

Kill all your friends

Do anything to get a head

What the fuck is the message again?

All pretend, no substance

Cut them down to size

Ties are severed, severed, severed

They said over my dead body

I said my fucking pleasure

Death core is dead

Cut off the head

Too sick to save

Don't speak its name

Rip out the page, rip out the page

Slaves to the grave

Oh yes, we′re making a killing

Got 'em all hooked, dragged into the sheds for the milking

Get the message yet?

Take a fucking hint

The truth, hard to stomach

Cut your shoot

This is your bit

Yuck!

Killing for the sake of killing

I′ll save you some time, I've checked

There′s nothing new in the lyrics

You're all just maggots swarming on my meat

Defecate on your dinner plates

Already morbid obese

Still, they ordered a feast

Advice Stop

Puppets have tangled their strings

Dying in nooses, they made

Too many flies on the wall, might need to fumigate

Sliced necks

Kill all your friends

Do anything to set a trend

What the fuck is the message again?

All weakness, no justice

Cut them down to size

Ties are severed, severed, severed

They said "over my dead body"

I said my fucking pleasure

Death core is dead

They're teaching violence to their offspring

Carve a meat chart right into their fucking soft skin

Just to help them never forget the side they picked

Given a birds-eye view through chain-link

Armed and active, it′s target practice

Look what the rat dragged in

Dying, weak