Lamb Of God - The Number Six lyrics

Sloth is the enemy of greatness
Reflection, a scalpel to my mind
We strive as you leisurely criticize
A free ride, 'til 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 travesty
From one who's 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 hands around your throat! Your throat!
Erratic condescending!

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 with poison words!
You've dug your own grave
Will be your wrath!
The number six, leviathan!