Whatcha got? You swear that you've got something
Whatcha got is something I won't ever catch
Just pretend it's pretty - self destruction
I've smiled and watched a million of your beautiful collapse

I'm sick at the sight of humanity
I'm sick of your forced infection

Who are you? You all look just the same to me
To all of you a toast. Now let's begin
Dig that hole and file around the border
I'll watch you slip before we move to push you in

I'm sick at the sight of humanity
I'm sick of your forced infection

Let's put them down

I'm sick at the sight of humanity
I'm sick of your forced infection

I'm sick
It's glorified banality
The weak will inherit nothing but shame

Let's put them down