Yeah Whatcha got? You swear that you've got something Whatcha got is something I won't ever catch Just pretend it's pretty - self destruction I've smiled and watched a million of your beautiful collapse I'm sick sick sick at the sight of humanity I'm sick sick sick of your forced infection Who are you? You look all the same to me To all, a toast. Now let's begin Dig that hole and file around the border I'll watch you slip before we move to push you in I'm sick sick sick at the sight of humanity I'm sick sick sick of your forced infection Forced infection Let's put them down I'm sick sick sick at the sight of humanity I'm sick sick sick of your forced infection I'm sick It's glorified banality The weak weak weak will inheret nothing Nothing but shame Let's put them down