I've lived my life 
never trying to compromise 
but I felt so weak, 
never too awake 
but I'll curse this search and bow
down to the scum of the earth, 
waking the dead while my stomach turns. 
Without a word, without a stone 
the scum will rise and they'll never walk alone 
without a saint or book of prayers 
they'll lead the weak who will learn to understand.
 This desert burns, 
I walk on coal and the pains deserved. 
They've set a fire for all that serve. 
You watch and learn, 
motherfuckers want to take their turns 
but they'll fall in line, just wait and die. 
Without a word, without a stone 
the scum will rise and they'll never walk alone 
without a saint or book of prayers 
they'll lead the weak who will learn to understand.
Put your eyes to the sky and watch their demise 
the world is a curse for the scum of the earth 
we all die sometime.