The Number Six Lamb of God

[Verse 1]
Sloth is the enemy of greatness
Reflection, a scalpel to my mind
We strive as you leisurely criticize
A free ride, 'til you find that you've dug your own grave
(Lie by lie)

[Chorus]
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, Leviathan

[Post-Chorus]
You've dug your own grave
(With your spite)
You've dug your own grave
(Lie by lie)

[Verse 2]
A cancer that needs to be cut out
Sweet slander, the razor to your throat
Trim the fat
A loose end to be tied up
And cast aside
Left to find that you've dug your own grave
(With your spite)