Wither Fit for an Autopsy

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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 yearn
Give me hate in your handshake
Give me hell in pain I embrace it

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