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The sound of laughter inside your head,
don't you wish you were Born
dead.
The sound of laughter inside you head,
makes you wish you were Born
dead.
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 breath but never achieving your goal.

The
sound of laughter inside you head,
don't you wish you were Born dead.
the
sound of laughter inside you head.
makes you wish you were Born dead.
Born
dead, you make me fucking sick!

The entire human race will acknowledge you
as the earths biggest mistake.
Existence is defective by nature, as we lie in
our own filth and stagnate.

Failure was inevitable.

Close your eyes, and
prey that you don't wake up.
Lay in your own filth, you have no 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 you
head,
don't you wish you were Born dead.
the sound of laughter inside you
head,
makes you wish you were Born dead.
Born dead, you make me fucking sick!

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