Cold Slither II

Cobra, cobra, cobra Dead weight Cobra, cobra, cobra The world got dropped, left covered in rust We'll rule it with an iron fist behind a drum beat Again It's all over, you motherfuckers The moral to story is shit to a rug Two fingers up if judgment comes And one keg stand For Satan Weak-hearted sorry fakers In times of danger they just fold up and run If you are, you are Dead weight Cobra, cobra, cobra Dead weight Cobra, cobra, cobra Infection spread like iron to rust The cure for the disease, like chain links Surrounded me Sometimes they are Weak-hearted sorry fakers In times of danger they just fold up and run If you are, you are Dead weight And we might just show the world Hopeless anger in us Every other day is just more time to kill, we want a way to find the sound In aching waves from our hearts Nevertheless, we're just staring at a wall Manners, missed conscience Where are you now? Left staring at a wall Before that sound Forces us to stop, drop, and run Hear me now Or watch the bodies pile Weak-hearted sorry fakers In times of danger they just fold up and run If you are, you are Dead weight When all the monumentous, lecherous imitations you pull off Start wearing off to show what you are If you are, you are Dead weight