I've lived my life
never trying to compromise
but I felt so weak,
never too awake
but I'll curse this search and bow
down to the scum of the earth,
waking the dead while my stomach turns.
Without a word, without a stone
the scum will rise and they'll never walk alone
without a saint or book of prayers
they'll lead the weak who will learn to understand.
This desert burns,
I walk on coal and the pains deserved.
They've set a fire for all that serve.
You watch and learn,
motherfuckers want to take their turns
but they'll fall in line, just wait and die.
Without a word, without a stone
the scum will rise and they'll never walk alone
without a saint or book of prayers
they'll lead the weak who will learn to understand.
Put your eyes to the sky and watch their demise
the world is a curse for the scum of the earth
we all die sometime.