[Justin Bonitz] I said I'm never living like this Here we go, heat the knife Maybe end up dead Notice, everyone’s a little red Could it be? Could it be? Could it be that you faked it just to push a narrative? Hide your kids, hide your wife I'm about to play God I’ve made a lot of enemies And I want their heads Eat up! Oh, here comes another full-course meal You’ll be fine [Garett Hood (Guerilla Warfare)] Eat it up Playin’ God, I'ma’ act a heathen The bastard child and the non-believer I ain’t gonna’ lie; I get mad, but then I get even But I keep it'a movin’ Bobbin’ and weavin’ You can’t touch me I'm a slugger swingin’ - I stay on my king shit Louisville City made like an Ali hit I see you through the screen, seethin’ I can’t stand how you still on that poor, pitiful me bit They say success is the best revenge But honestly, I still wish that you’d stop fuckin’ breathin’ You're bitter bitchin’ but I'm back and better Yeah, some shoot to kill, now I'm aimin' to maim ‘em to death Done shovelin’ shit; you can go shove this here, bitch [Justin Bonitz] I’ve gotten used to shoveling crap Hide your kids, hide your wife I'm about to play God If I gave you wiggle-room Would you make amends? Eat up Oh, here comes another full-course meal You’ll be fine 'Cause dead men don’t vomit And you’ve all come so damn far There’s no need to call a cab back home You’ll be fine [AJ Channer (Fire From The Gods)] Tell them again They think I'm breaking in silence I'm just contemplating violence So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all of this hatred Can’t take all the noise I make the choice When all I have is my fucking voice By now, you should know That I’ve had enough of your boot on my neck I’ve had enough [AJ Channer, Justin Bonitz] Well, I find myself sitting in the corner Contemplating what Hell looks like (Hell looks like) Through these eyes (Through these eyes) Well, I can’t imagine Heaven looks any different From the Hell that’s our life (That's our life) Our life So sick of pain Sick of the paranoia Sick of the rage Sick of looking in the mirror Seeing myself, a man-made horror Horror [Justin Bonitz] Like a fly, you’re so full of shit Everyone’s a little red Everyone’s a little red Everyone’s a little red and so full of shit Crippled, corrupt, that’s all they are But wait, you’ll get what your heart cried for Eat up Oh, here comes another full-course meal You’ll be fine 'Cause dead men don’t vomit And you’ve all come so damn far There’s no need to call a cab back home (There's no need to call a cab back home) You’ll be fine Everyone’s a little red Everyone’s a little red Everyone’s a little red Until they show how they feel Feel [Tom Barber (Darko/Chelsea Grin)] Spew I spew forth blades Just to get ‘em out Just to get ‘em out Just to get ‘em out I know it’s for the better if you just step aside Retching, pleading Trying to spit up what I'm holding deep inside Are you famished? Are you famished? Are you famished?