Lamb of God
The Number Six
[Verse 1]
Sloth is the enemy of greatness
Reflection, a scalpel to my mind
We strive as you leisurely criticize
A free ride, 'til you find that you've dug your own grave
(Lie by lie)
[Chorus]
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, Leviathan
[Post-Chorus]
You've dug your own grave
(With your spite)
You've dug your own grave
(Lie by lie)
[Verse 2]
A cancer that needs to be cut out
Sweet slander, the razor to your throat
Trim the fat
A loose end to be tied up
And cast aside
Left to find that you've dug your own grave
(With your spite)
[Chorus]
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, Leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, Leviathan
[Bridge]
A relentless imposition
By a self-fulfilling travesty
From one who's just rotting there in slut's wool and zero history
Aesthetic condemning
Erratic condescending
An empty barrel always makes the most noise
And I begin to feel my hands
My hands around your throat
Your throat
Erratic condescending
[Pre-Chorus]
You've dug your own grave
(With your spite)
You've dug your own grave
(Lie by lie)
[Chorus]
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, Leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six, Leviathan
[Outro]
You've dug your own grave
You've dug your own grave
The number six, Leviathan
You've dug your own grave
A running mouth
You've dug your own grave
And poison words
You've dug your own grave
Will be your end
The number six, Leviathan