Try to draw blood from a festering wound
You’ll see the only thing you can’t admit
The gangrenous limb of your pride-soaked tongue
You are the paragon of denial
Living in a frame of outward-pointing frozen spears
Why don’t you join everyone you condemn?
Fill the suffering void
When (are) you going to learn? (Motives) full of filth and grime
Leave the games at home. (Cancer) can’t die on its own
It needs to be cut out. Needs to be cut out
I’m reaching for your pride-soaked tongue just to pull it out
Cast you into the darkness
Fill the suffering void of your own worthless tomb
Step out of my world
Cast you into the darkness
You are the paragon of denial
You are the paragon of denial
You are the paragon of denial