Cut off the Head
๐ต 1927 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:30 duration
๐ ID: 10610604
๐ Lyrics
Slaves to the saw
Bloodshed on red carpets
Roll 'em out, every sick dog marked a target
Shove all your help
Shoveling shit on my shoulders
And cracking their belts
Cancer cut from the meat
Tumor torn from their teeth
I've taken bigger shits than their band
You'll learn to snitch, learn to burn every bridge
Open every decade old slit on the wrist
Hold out your hands
Here's some advice, stop
Not much left after they've taken their cuts
Give up
Cunts that can't hack it and kids that won't make the
Sliced necks
Kill all your friends
Do anything to get a head
What the fuck is the message again?
All pretend, no substance
Cut them down to size
Ties are severed, severed, severed
They said over my dead body
I said my fucking pleasure
Deathcore is dead
Cut off the head
Too sick to save
Don't speak its name
Rip out the page, rip out the page
Slaves to the grave
Oh yes, we're making a killing
Got 'em all hooked, dragged into the sheds for the milking
Get the message yet?
Take a fucking hint
The truth, hard to stomach
Cut your shit, this is your bit, yuck
Killing for the sake of killing
I'll save you some time, I've checked
There's nothing new in the lyrics
You're all just maggots swarming on my meat
Defecate on your dinner plates
Already morbid obese, still, they ordered a feast
Advice? Stop
Puppets have tangled their strings
Dying in nooses they made
Too many flies on the wall, might need to fumigate
Sliced necks
Kill all your friends
Do anything to get a head
What the fuck is the message again?
All weakness, no justice
Cut them down to size
Ties are severed, severed, severed
They said "over my dead body"
I said my fucking pleasure
Deathcore is dead
They're teaching violence to their offspring
Carve a meat chart right into their fucking soft skin
Just to help them never forget the side they picked
Given a birds-eye view through chain-link
Armed and active, it's target practice
Look what the rat dragged in
Bloodshed on red carpets
Roll 'em out, every sick dog marked a target
Shove all your help
Shoveling shit on my shoulders
And cracking their belts
Cancer cut from the meat
Tumor torn from their teeth
I've taken bigger shits than their band
You'll learn to snitch, learn to burn every bridge
Open every decade old slit on the wrist
Hold out your hands
Here's some advice, stop
Not much left after they've taken their cuts
Give up
Cunts that can't hack it and kids that won't make the
Sliced necks
Kill all your friends
Do anything to get a head
What the fuck is the message again?
All pretend, no substance
Cut them down to size
Ties are severed, severed, severed
They said over my dead body
I said my fucking pleasure
Deathcore is dead
Cut off the head
Too sick to save
Don't speak its name
Rip out the page, rip out the page
Slaves to the grave
Oh yes, we're making a killing
Got 'em all hooked, dragged into the sheds for the milking
Get the message yet?
Take a fucking hint
The truth, hard to stomach
Cut your shit, this is your bit, yuck
Killing for the sake of killing
I'll save you some time, I've checked
There's nothing new in the lyrics
You're all just maggots swarming on my meat
Defecate on your dinner plates
Already morbid obese, still, they ordered a feast
Advice? Stop
Puppets have tangled their strings
Dying in nooses they made
Too many flies on the wall, might need to fumigate
Sliced necks
Kill all your friends
Do anything to get a head
What the fuck is the message again?
All weakness, no justice
Cut them down to size
Ties are severed, severed, severed
They said "over my dead body"
I said my fucking pleasure
Deathcore is dead
They're teaching violence to their offspring
Carve a meat chart right into their fucking soft skin
Just to help them never forget the side they picked
Given a birds-eye view through chain-link
Armed and active, it's target practice
Look what the rat dragged in
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.30] Slaves to the saw
[00:25.49] Bloodshed on red carpets
[00:27.23] Roll 'em out, every sick dog marked a target
[00:31.09] Shove all your help
[00:33.08] Shoveling shit on my shoulders
[00:34.42] And cracking their belts
[00:37.28] Cancer cut from the meat
[00:39.00] Tumor torn from their teeth
[00:40.26] I've taken bigger shits than their band
[00:41.59] You'll learn to snitch, learn to burn every bridge
[00:44.39] Open every decade old slit on the wrist
[00:46.11] Hold out your hands
[00:47.12] Here's some advice, stop
[00:49.35] Not much left after they've taken their cuts
[00:53.39] Give up
[00:55.00] Cunts that can't hack it and kids that won't make the
[00:58.11] Sliced necks
[01:00.09] Kill all your friends
[01:02.10] Do anything to get a head
[01:05.07] What the fuck is the message again?
[01:07.78] All pretend, no substance
[01:10.67] Cut them down to size
[01:13.64] Ties are severed, severed, severed
[01:16.54] They said over my dead body
[01:18.42] I said my fucking pleasure
[01:20.47] Deathcore is dead
[01:25.96] Cut off the head
[01:31.59] Too sick to save
[01:37.39] Don't speak its name
[01:39.06] Rip out the page, rip out the page
[01:43.28] Slaves to the grave
[01:44.71] Oh yes, we're making a killing
[01:46.67] Got 'em all hooked, dragged into the sheds for the milking
[01:50.37] Get the message yet?
[01:52.04] Take a fucking hint
[01:52.55] The truth, hard to stomach
[01:53.82] Cut your shit, this is your bit, yuck
[01:56.28] Killing for the sake of killing
[01:57.57] I'll save you some time, I've checked
[01:59.34] There's nothing new in the lyrics
[02:00.95] You're all just maggots swarming on my meat
[02:03.12] Defecate on your dinner plates
[02:04.50] Already morbid obese, still, they ordered a feast
[02:06.56] Advice? Stop
[02:08.32] Puppets have tangled their strings
[02:11.24] Dying in nooses they made
[02:14.18] Too many flies on the wall, might need to fumigate
[02:17.40] Sliced necks
[02:19.21] Kill all your friends
[02:20.83] Do anything to get a head
[02:24.09] What the fuck is the message again?
[02:26.72] All weakness, no justice
[02:30.17] Cut them down to size
[02:32.58] Ties are severed, severed, severed
[02:35.15] They said "over my dead body"
[02:37.66] I said my fucking pleasure
[02:39.42] Deathcore is dead
[02:41.10] They're teaching violence to their offspring
[02:45.53] Carve a meat chart right into their fucking soft skin
[02:51.01] Just to help them never forget the side they picked
[02:54.86] Given a birds-eye view through chain-link
[02:57.57] Armed and active, it's target practice
[03:00.96] Look what the rat dragged in
[00:25.49] Bloodshed on red carpets
[00:27.23] Roll 'em out, every sick dog marked a target
[00:31.09] Shove all your help
[00:33.08] Shoveling shit on my shoulders
[00:34.42] And cracking their belts
[00:37.28] Cancer cut from the meat
[00:39.00] Tumor torn from their teeth
[00:40.26] I've taken bigger shits than their band
[00:41.59] You'll learn to snitch, learn to burn every bridge
[00:44.39] Open every decade old slit on the wrist
[00:46.11] Hold out your hands
[00:47.12] Here's some advice, stop
[00:49.35] Not much left after they've taken their cuts
[00:53.39] Give up
[00:55.00] Cunts that can't hack it and kids that won't make the
[00:58.11] Sliced necks
[01:00.09] Kill all your friends
[01:02.10] Do anything to get a head
[01:05.07] What the fuck is the message again?
[01:07.78] All pretend, no substance
[01:10.67] Cut them down to size
[01:13.64] Ties are severed, severed, severed
[01:16.54] They said over my dead body
[01:18.42] I said my fucking pleasure
[01:20.47] Deathcore is dead
[01:25.96] Cut off the head
[01:31.59] Too sick to save
[01:37.39] Don't speak its name
[01:39.06] Rip out the page, rip out the page
[01:43.28] Slaves to the grave
[01:44.71] Oh yes, we're making a killing
[01:46.67] Got 'em all hooked, dragged into the sheds for the milking
[01:50.37] Get the message yet?
[01:52.04] Take a fucking hint
[01:52.55] The truth, hard to stomach
[01:53.82] Cut your shit, this is your bit, yuck
[01:56.28] Killing for the sake of killing
[01:57.57] I'll save you some time, I've checked
[01:59.34] There's nothing new in the lyrics
[02:00.95] You're all just maggots swarming on my meat
[02:03.12] Defecate on your dinner plates
[02:04.50] Already morbid obese, still, they ordered a feast
[02:06.56] Advice? Stop
[02:08.32] Puppets have tangled their strings
[02:11.24] Dying in nooses they made
[02:14.18] Too many flies on the wall, might need to fumigate
[02:17.40] Sliced necks
[02:19.21] Kill all your friends
[02:20.83] Do anything to get a head
[02:24.09] What the fuck is the message again?
[02:26.72] All weakness, no justice
[02:30.17] Cut them down to size
[02:32.58] Ties are severed, severed, severed
[02:35.15] They said "over my dead body"
[02:37.66] I said my fucking pleasure
[02:39.42] Deathcore is dead
[02:41.10] They're teaching violence to their offspring
[02:45.53] Carve a meat chart right into their fucking soft skin
[02:51.01] Just to help them never forget the side they picked
[02:54.86] Given a birds-eye view through chain-link
[02:57.57] Armed and active, it's target practice
[03:00.96] Look what the rat dragged in