The puke pig a waste of skin
The empty sin imagined pain
So fat your head will snap
beneath the weight of defeat
Obese beliefs not from weight
Imagined dreams kings stumble on two feet
A prince begs as death loves to breathe
The party whores dance alone
camera men cause wars
Speak loud fear the dream
stand on your knees
Walk away, bloody knuckles aren't the way
Express hate, an open mind what a waste
I can't seem to think
Walk away, bloody knuckles aren't the way
Express hate, an open mind what a waste
I can't seem to think