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

A society taken in by your wall of smoke

Cloaking your face, a disposable entity

Born with the intent to breathe 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 mistake

Existence is defective by nature, as we lie in our own filth and stagnate

Failure was inevitable

Failure was inevitable

Failure was inevitable

Close your eyes, and prey that you don't wake up

Lay in your own filth, you have to 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 cancer 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!