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 so ciety taken in
by your wall of smoke
Cloaking your face,
a disposable en tity
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 mis take
Ex istence is defect
ive by nature
As we lie in our own filth and stag nate
Failure
was inev itable
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 can cer
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