Pissing Razors - Cast Down The Plague Lyrics

Your vile smell makes me sick you repulse me

How the f*ck you come off like that

A trifling pissant who preys on the weak

You reak of disease that plagues the innocent



You scratch and claw inside my head

The thoughts of perfection enslaved

When you look at yourself what do you see

the useless flesh that you really be



Purging myself I'm slapping you like a beatch

Pain from within no pity for you do I feel

Engaging the war the suffering due unto you

Insane I'am sleep well I might strike at night



Narrow minded f*ck

Sorry piece of shit

Dying with the plague

it's what you deserve

Dying with the plague

it's what you deserve motherf*cker!