Take me to my grave Dying day by day It's driving me insane Do you even hear what you say Running your mouth You should bite your tongue Nothing but shit spilling out of it You run your mouth You should bite your tongue Nothing but shit Spilling out Of it Ignorance Nothing left in your head Won't give a fuck If they find you dead I can't believe What's coming out of your mouth Your teeth Would look better knocked out Self-proclaimed saint Bearing a cross of hate Staged with faith And burned at the stake Enslaved but you still pray You still fucking pray Retribution Has got a hold on me Your point of view I can no longer see Retribution Has got its hold on me Your point of view Is like a fucking Disease Retribution Has got its hold on me Your point of view Is a fucking disease