Текст песни
Empty brain behind the mask
Fail at every simple task!
Reading charts the wrong way round
Soon you’re six feet underground
Is it cancer? Is it flu?
He hasn't got a fucking clue!
Upside down and inside out
Death is what he’s all about!
IDOT WITH A BLADE!
A GRAVE IS ALREADY MADE!
Pills of poison, rusty knife!
Gambling with your fading life!
He cuts the left, he needs the right
Lost within his mental night!
DOCTOR!
MURDERER!
FOOL!
Forgot the pliers in your chest
Put his "wisdom" to the test!
Stitching skin to dirty sheets
The cycle of the dumb repeats
High on ego, low on skill
Born to maim and born to kill
"Oops, I'm sorry," is all he'll say
As they wheel your corpse away!
WRONG DRUG!
WRONG VEIN!
DROWNING IN THE STUPID PAIN!
SHAKE! SHOCK!
LOOKING AT THE WRONG CLOCK!
NO BRAIN!
NO SIGHT!
TURNING OUT THE FINAL LIGHT!
Degree is fake, the blood is real
Death is the only thing he’ll feel!
INCOMPETENCE!
IGNORANCE!
DIE!
