Pissing Razors - Cast Down The Plague lyrics

Your vile smell makes me sick you repulse me How the f** 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** Sorry piece of sh** Dying with the plague it's what you deserve Dying with the plague it's what you deserve motherf**er!