歌词：Atlantic Aftermath. Come Hell Or High Water. Hey Arnold, Fuck You!.

Call it death by a poet
No reparation could swing my disdain
I casually sip on nitrogen
As I bath in fire and flames

Exist in silent detention
As we wipe that smirk off your face
You'll sit there vexed and desensitized
As the pieces fall into place

I've got a fistful of your teeth, my friend
a baseball bat to the back of the head
You ran your mouth and now your dead!

By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born
You'll be dead inside
We're taking you down right before their eyes
We'll make you regret what you are
You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again

A takedown worthy of kings
With passion worthy of queens
An army of kids who are just like me
Ready to fight you fucking fiends

I've got a fistful of your teeth, my friend
a baseball bat to the back of the head
You ran your mouth and now your dead!

By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born
You'll be dead inside
We're taking you down right before their eyes
We'll make you regret what you are
You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again

You cannot fucking stop us now
(We gave our heart to the masses)
You don't have the strength to hold us down
(We're rising up from the ashes)

We've got our heads up in the clouds
Nothing could bring us back to the ground

By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born
You'll be dead inside
We're taking you down right before their eyes
We'll make you regret what you are
You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again

By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born
You'll be dead inside
We're taking you down right before their eyes
We'll make you regret what you are
You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again