You stoop to the greatest of lows, so low.
Everytime you move your hurt someone
Even when you open your fucking mouth
Your friends will be praying and wishing the best for you.

All of your friends will ask god why X2

Why have you been taken away
Maybe they never saw your perverted fucked ways x2

Your friends will be praying and wishing the best for you
Standing knee deep in your own blood they'll ask why

As you are torn limb for limb
All your friends will seek forgiveness
As you are smashed and slaughtered
Buried alive
Waiting to visit
That fucked up place you call heaven x2

"The monday night schedule in the diary of a concrete hunter who left his heart in the side of the road in huntley"

Hunt.