Текст песни The Number Six

Sloth is the enemy of greatness
Reflection, a scalpel to my mind
We strive as you leisurely criticize
A free ride until you find that
You've dug your own grave, lie by lie

Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan

You've dug your own grave with your spite
You've dug your own grave, lie by lie
A cancer that needs to be cut out
Sweet slander the razor to your throat
Trim the fat
A loose end to be tied up and cast aside
Left to find that you've dug your own grave (with your spite)

Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan

A relentless imposition by a self-fulfilling travestyLamb Of God - The Number Six - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lamb-of-god/the-number-six-lyrics.html
From one who is just rotting there
In slut's wool and zero history
Aesthetic condemning
Erratic condescending
An empty barrel always makes the most noise
And I begin to feel my hands
My hans around your throat

You've dug your own grave with your spite
You've dug your own grave, lie by lie

Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan

You've dug your own grave
You've dug your own grave
The number six
Leviathan
You've dug your own grave
A running mouth (you've dug your own grave)
And poison words (you've dug your own grave)
Will be your end
The number six
Leviathan