Mess With The Best, Die Like The Rest
With throats like open graves,
Maybe then you'll know your place.
Don't bite the hand that feeds
You know you'll get our scraps.
Fuck you.
You fucking bitch.
Fuck you.
You fucking gutless bitch
The seas ran red.
I watched everyone turn their heads.
You better pray to God we don't cross paths again.
Our only hope here is to awake and all this disappear.
Your God is watching, fucking maggot.
Whatever helps you sleep at night
With throats like open graves,
Maybe you'll know your place.
Mess with the best, die like the rest
Con gargantas como tumbas abiertas
Tal vez entonces conozcas tu lugar
No muerdas la mano que se alimenta
Sabes que conseguirás nuestras sobras
Que te jodan
Maldita perra
Que te jodan
Maldita perra sin agallas
Los mares se verían rojos
Vi a todos girar la cabeza
Será mejor que le rogues a Dios que no nos cruzemos de nuevo
Nuestra única esperanza aquí es despertarnos y todo esto desaparezca
Tu Dios está mirando, maldito gusano
Lo que te ayude a dormir por la noche
Con gargantas como tumbas abiertas
Tal vez conozcas tu lugar