متن و پخش آهنگ The Number Six از Lamb of God

متن کامل ترانه The Number Six با صدای Lamb of God

Sloth is the enemy of greatness Reflection a scalpel to my mind. We strive as you leisurely criticize A free ride until 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. You've dug your own grave (with your spite) You've dug your own grave (lie by lie) 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. [Chorus] Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six Leviathan. A relentless imposition by a self-fulfilling travesty From one who is just rotting there In slut's wool and zero history Aesthetic condemning Erratic condescending An empty barrel always makes the most noise And I begin to feel my hands, my hands around your throat Your throat, erratic condescending You've dug your own grave (with your spite) You've dug your own grave (lie by lie) [Chorus] Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six Leviathan. You've dug your own grave You've dug your own grave The number six Leviathan You've dug your own grave (a running mouth) You've dug your own grave (with poison words) You've dug your own grave (will be your end) The number six Leviathan