Born Dead

The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead

Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick

No future, no guilt
Destined to walk the line of mediocrity
Nothing can become of what is born dead, born dead
A society taken in by your wall of smoke

Cloaking your face, a disposable entity
Born with the intent to breath
But never achieving your goal

The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead

Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick

The entire human race will acknowledge you
As the earth's biggest mistake
Existence is defective by nature
As we lie in our own filth and stagnate

Failure was inevitable
Failure was inevitable
Failure was inevitable

Close your eyes and pray that you don't wake up
Lay in your own filth, you have no future, no guilt
Destined to walk the line of mediocrity

We, we took your soul
There was no remorse as we dug your grave
You were a cancer and we cut you out

We, we took your soul
There was no remorse as we buried you
And they'll be no tears as we spit upon your grave

The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead

Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick