RATKING

FUCK
ROTTED GRACE
WHEN YOU SINK IN THE HATE
YOU RUN OUT OF OPTIONS
LEFT WITH THE WEAK
SUCKLING FREAKS
BLOATED AT YOUR FEET
FALL
SO FAR FROM WHAT YOU WERE
IN MY EYES
FOR HEAVEN YOU CLAW
DECEIVING US ALL
CRYING VICTIM
A CROOKED DAGGER
IN EACH STEP YOU TAKE
THE CYCLE REPEATS
A DISEASED AND SUFFERING THING,
HEAD FULL OF FALSE IMAGININGS.
YOU'LL FEEL THE RED
FOR THOSE BAPTISED IN DREAD
I CAME TO BURY THE HATCHET
IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD
YOU TOOK OUR DEADWEIGHT
A CRYING, BEGGING BRAT
A HIDDEN SERPENTS TONGUE
ANOTHER USELESS RAT
YOUR LITTLE PRODIGY
ANOTHER DISEASE
ROTTED GRACE
WHEN YOU SINK IN THE HATE
NO SAINT TO SEE
(SAINT TO SEE)
THE TARGET'S ON YOUR BACK
THERE'S BLOOD TO BLEED
I SHOULD HAVE BURIED YOU
CRUMBLE TO NOTHING
VERMIN
SEPARATE ART FROM ARTIST
WITH A HEAD CUT OFF
DISCARDED
ROT
THIS TIME I'LL BURY YOU
FUCK YOU