Wither - Fit For An Autopsy

Put me in the fucking ground

Ugly fucking gods, ugly fucking heroes

Bow to your masters

Count your worthless fucking zeroes

Look me in the eye and tell me I’m a sap

Like the trees that leak green old

Suck it out 'till they all collapse

I’m not a victim, at least I never thought I was

I’m just a product of my environment

Just the salted fucking slug

Pocket stuffer, motherfucker, soul stealer, bottom feeder

Just put me in the fucking ground

Ugly fucking gods, ugly fucking heroes

Bow to you masters

Count your worthless fucking zeroes

Watch me wither

I’m just the salted fucking slug watch me wither

I’m just the salted fucking slug watch me wither

I’m just the salted fucking slug born to burn

Give unto the pigs what they year

Give me hate in your handshake

Give me hell in pain I embrace it

Born to die

Born to rot in a soup of flies

Leave me in the pines

Let my body become the decay in my mind

We all deserve the shovel

We all deserve the crown

To a kingdom of dirt and devils

So just put me in the fucking ground

A kingdom of dirt and devils

Nothing more, nothing less

A kingdom of dirt and devils

Nothing is pure, nothing is left