Born Dead
The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
No future, no guilt
Destined to walk the line of mediocrity
Nothing can become of what is born dead, born dead
A society taken in by your wall of smoke
Cloaking your face, a disposable entity
Born with the intent to breath
But never achieving your goal
The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
The entire human race will acknowledge you
As the earth's biggest mistake
Existence is defective by nature
As we lie in our own filth and stagnate
Failure was inevitable
Failure was inevitable
Failure was inevitable
Close your eyes and pray that you don't wake up
Lay in your own filth, you have no future, no guilt
Destined to walk the line of mediocrity
We, we took your soul
There was no remorse as we dug your grave
You were a cancer and we cut you out
We, we took your soul
There was no remorse as we buried you
And they'll be no tears as we spit upon your grave
The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
No future, no guilt
Destined to walk the line of mediocrity
Nothing can become of what is born dead, born dead
A society taken in by your wall of smoke
Cloaking your face, a disposable entity
Born with the intent to breath
But never achieving your goal
The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
The entire human race will acknowledge you
As the earth's biggest mistake
Existence is defective by nature
As we lie in our own filth and stagnate
Failure was inevitable
Failure was inevitable
Failure was inevitable
Close your eyes and pray that you don't wake up
Lay in your own filth, you have no future, no guilt
Destined to walk the line of mediocrity
We, we took your soul
There was no remorse as we dug your grave
You were a cancer and we cut you out
We, we took your soul
There was no remorse as we buried you
And they'll be no tears as we spit upon your grave
The sound of laughter inside your head
Don't you wish you were born dead?
The sound of laughter inside your head
Makes you wish you were born dead
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
Born dead, you make me fucking sick
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Writer(s): Steve O'regan, Jamie Sweeney
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