With throats like open graves
Maybe then you'll know your place
Don't bite the hand that feeds
You know you'll get our scraps

Fuck you
You fucking bitch
Fuck you
You fucking gutless bitch
The seas ran red
I watched everyone turn their heads
You better pray to God we don't cross paths again

Our only hope here is to awake and all this disappear
Your God is watching, fucking maggot
Whatever helps you sleep at night
With throats like open graves
Maybe you'll know your place