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