Waste of skin

It can't be put any other way
Let us cut right to the chase
I've got nothing but a fist for you
This power is of flattening truth
No compassion for the kind of horseshit you pantomime
It is your kind, which make me sick
Nothing learned, life unlived
All the minutes burned, the years ran by
Your life's a complete waste of skin, and time
Devoid of passion, your weakly way is done
Without suspecting when the end would come
Your lack of instinct makes you singled out
Thin the heard, what survival is all about
Surviving enormous odds, the greatest truths shall bleed out
Impossible to suppress, ushering you to your death
Nothing ventured for nothing gained
A dead end road you chose to take
Motivation of a slug, intelligence of a rock
Crumble under the weight of the lies, or dig deep into the mountain of truth
Extract embers of the purest heart
Nothing more devastating to these lies
Nothing ventured for nothing gained
A dead end road you chose to take
Motivation of a slug, intelligence of a rock
Crumble under the weight of the lies, or dig deep into the mountain of truth
Extract embers of the purest heart
Nothing more devastating to these lies
I've got nothing but a fist for you
This power is of flattening truth