Lamb of God - Pariah

The sore on the edge of your mouth it mirror
the ones on your arm of black tar you've known the ripping.
And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt.
I know you don't want to live in the dirt
you want to know nothing but dirt
you know you can't beat weakness.
Kill the flux.
Stretched to breaking an obscene canvas
on a stretcher of parasitism.
You piece of shit I won'y say your name but I will say this - FUCK OFF AND DIE
(sooner the better).
You've shot out your eyes
but I'm seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth.
Know that you've pissed life away,
lost in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
Why does it bother? I want to punch in your sunken face
and see your dusty blood smear through the air in a polluted crimson arc,
splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete.
Moribund.