You're sick, you're ill in the head (Yuh) You're my brother I can't stand to see you like this Like this Why don't you get it? We can't wait no more Blood will be spilt And it's on your hands You and you're fickle plans (Fickle plans) You don't help anyone with them I'm so fucking done with you You don't help You think you know the best for us But you just drag us down to hell Fuck your self righteous details You prevail with pride soaked logic Inked in the blood you've spilt Your violent guilt (Ah, ah, wah) I hate you so much You are no friend of mine Your sins are bountiful Pride and envy, wrath, greed and gluttony You are no friend of mine You make me feel like this Ohh, ohh No love for guilt