Autopsy - Dead

The sound of laughter inside your head Don't you wish you were born dead The sound of laughter inside your head Makes you wish you were born dead Born dead, you make me fucking sick No future, no guilt, destined to walk the line of mediocrity Nothing can become of what is born dead A society taken in by your wall of smoke Cloaking your face, a disposable entity Born with the intent to breathe but never acheiving your goal The sound of laughter inside your head Don't you wish you were born dead The sound of laughter inside your head Makes you wish you were born dead Born dead, you make me fucking sick! The entire human race will acknowledge you as the earth's biggest mistake Existence is defective by nature, as we lie in our own filth and stagnate Failure was inevitable Close your eyes, and pray that you don't wake up Lay in your own filth, you have no future, no guilt Destined to walk the line of mediocrity We, we took your soul, there was no remorse as we dug your grave You were a cancer and we cut you out We, we took your soul, there was no remorse as we buried you And there will be no tears as we spit upon your grave The sound of laughter inside your head Don't you wish you were born dead The sound of laughter inside your head Makes you wish you were born dead Born Dead, you make me fucking sick!