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Sloth is the enemy of greatness
Reflection a scalpel to my mind
We strive as you leisurely criticize
A free ride
Until you find that you've dug your own grave (lie by lie)
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, leviathan
You've dug your own grave (with your spite)
You've dug your own grave (lie by lie)
A cancer that needs to be cut out
Sweet slander the razor to your throat
Trim the fat
A loose end to be tied up and cast aside
Left to find that you've dug your own grave (with your spite)
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, leviathan
A relentless imposition by a self-fulfilling travesty
From one who is just rotting there in slut's wool and zero history
Aesthetic condemning
Erratic condescending
An empty barrel always makes the most noise
And I begin to feel my hands
My hands around your throat
Your throat
Erratic condescending
You've dug your own grave (with your spite)
You've dug your own grave (lie by lie)
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, leviathan
(You've dug your own grave)
(You've dug your own grave)
The number six, leviathan (you've dug your own grave)
A running mouth (you've dug your own grave)
And poison words (you've dug your own grave)
Will be your end
The number six, leviathan
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