Heretic lyrics
by Vein
I’ve got a mouthful of spit for all the idiots, the pretty kids and their politics
Your false intellect is rhetoric but go ahead, talk all your sh*t while you sit and
Starve for the right to hate
Yell with your mouth shut
Feel like priority
I relish in the comedy
Write and repeat their disease
It goes one, two, three, two
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, two
I see through you...
More sh*t from a thoughtless mind
Spitting vision of another’s eyes
It sells and feels like a merchant christ
Every thorn from another’s f*cking side
Everyone moves their tongues to the detest
Just enough to taste the top of the rungs
All “full of hate,” but I don’t hear sh*t
Load your gun with all of my words