Strain

Violence rich in context
Give me a fucking reason
Your existence is pestilence
God just give me a fucking reason

To pull this god damn trigger
Off your fucking head
Nobody will grieve you when you're fucking dead

And buried alone decomposed within the soil

It's a shame to see that you're still the same
With a name to carry all of your disgrace
Time spent rotting yourself away
Came a time you can clean it up another day

With my bare hands
I can't stand
The sound of your fucking name

Your excuses
Will pay
A time will come

A fear known to none
A fear known to none

I'll fuck this shit up right now

Hate the sound of your name
There was nothing here to gain
Sympathy from a lonely symphony
In agony

Excuses excuses we all know you're useless
As I lay my hand
You lose all reverence

Even after you're dead I hope you never find peace again

Ever again

I hope you never find peace again
You're fucking dead to me
I hope you never find peace again
You're fucking dead to me