Interpret:

Lamb Of God

Album:

New American Gospel

The sore on the edge of your mouth 
it mirror the ones on your arm 
of black tar you've known the ripping.
And I've seen you pissing your 
condition into the dirt.
I know you don't want to live in the dirt 
you want to know nothing but dirt 
you know you can't beat weakness.
Kill the flux. 
Stretched to breaking an obscene 
canvas on a stretcher of parasitism.
You piece of shit I won'y say your name but 
I will say this- 
FUCK OFF AND DIE (sooner the better).
You've shot out your eyes but 
I'm seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth.
Know that you've pissed life away, 
lost in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
Why does it bother? 
I want to punch in your sunken face and 
see your dusty blood smear through
the air in a polluted crimson arc,
splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete. 
Moribund.