Dead Weight

by Ruiner

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released August 22, 2009

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Track Name: Dead Weight
The ones born in shit with no remorse or no regret,
watch the foundation break we laugh as we take.
Born the son of a carpenter and high school secretary,
Bread blue collar in a white trash town, with just enough to lose.
But I learned the value in wanting nothing
Because then no one can take anything from you.
I watched the heart of my old man get overworked
For the sake of a dollar.
Worried that love might only, be found,
In the amount of things you leave behind when you die.
I started driving nails at an early age
For a class of people their god forgot.
For the ingrates who never knew the pain of callous hands,
For the bottom feeder waiting for their hand out.

This is humanities true face, middle aged
And fully capable but not willing to sweat.
Who think they are better than that,
As if born with some form of entitlement.
The punch line in this joke, we are angels at birth
But true sinners and always looking for a hustle.
I was born a fortunate son.
But I learned early on if you want to live, you got to suffer,
You got to be willing to bleed.
I was born a fortunate son.
But I learned early on if you want to live, you got to suffer,
You got to be willing to die. (Empty handed).
I go day to day with a chip on my shoulder
I can not shake for a generation of leaches
Who seem to think that life owes them
Something more than a right to breathe.
Life owes me nothing but a cold deep grave
And a promise to never wake me up when I close my eyes,
Let me close my eyes. Please let me close my eyes.
Track Name: Constrictor
Trust on this hill is a fucking joke

Built on constriction and loaded words

They have their own agenda, have their own plan

Power loves power at the end of the day

Good and bad don’t always apply.
Some fuckers don’t have two sides.
They feed on the unaware.
Feed on the victims

Feed on your will.
Feed on your weakness

You are a mouse among snakes, my love, filled of good intentions.
Too bad no ones give’s a fuck about your ideals

The difference between right and left is a fine fucking line
between morals and profit or which major corporation
is filling the stomach of the face that best represents them.

Trust on this hill is a fucking joke

Built on constriction and loaded words

They have their own agenda, have their own plan

Power loves power at the end of the day

Good and bad don’t always apply.
Some fuckers don’t have two sides.
They feed on the unaware.
Feed on the victims

Feed on your will.
Feed on your weakness

You’d like to believe that everyone has just a little decency inside.
But I've never known a snake to ever feel sorry for its prey.