I'm tired of pretending Their lives aren't worth ending Touch a child, i call DEATH TO THE VILE String them up, Or buried six feet deep, An unmarked grave IT'S NOT FOR THE WEAK Bury them, six feet deep Unmarked pile of PEDOPHILES I'm tired of pretending Their lives aren't worth ending Touch a child, i call DEATH TO THE VILE Denial is bleak NONE FOR THE WEAK Stomp you out, like the dog you are Don't run, motherfucker, You won't get far Won't forgive you bitch, You got what you gave Took a clean pure heart Now your dead, like a dog and depraved Found to be the worst of all It′s not fair, It's not your fault I think I've heard it all I CALL DEATH TO THE VILE DEATH TO THE VILE DEATH TO THE VILE
