The Number Six

Sloth is the enemy of greatness Reflection a scalpel to my mind We strive as you leisurely criticize A free ride Until you find that you've dug your own grave (lie by lie) Just a running mouth Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six, leviathan You've dug your own grave (with your spite) You've dug your own grave (lie by lie) A cancer that needs to be cut out Sweet slander the razor to your throat Trim the fat A loose end to be tied up and cast aside Left to find that you've dug your own grave (with your spite) Just a running mouth Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six, leviathan Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six, leviathan A relentless imposition by a self-fulfilling travesty From one who is just rotting there in slut's wool and zero history Aesthetic condemning Erratic condescending An empty barrel always makes the most noise And I begin to feel my hands My hands around your throat Your throat Erratic condescending You've dug your own grave (with your spite) You've dug your own grave (lie by lie) Just a running mouth Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six, leviathan Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six, leviathan (You've dug your own grave) (You've dug your own grave) The number six, leviathan (you've dug your own grave) A running mouth (you've dug your own grave) And poison words (you've dug your own grave) Will be your end The number six, leviathan