The sound of laughter inside your head 
Don't you wish you were born dead 
The sound of laughter inside your head 
Makes you wish you were born dead 
Born dead, you make me [bad word] sick 

No future, no guilt, destined to walk the line of mediocrity 
Nothing can [bad word] of what is born dead 
society taken in by your wall of smoke 
Cloaking your face, a disposable entity 
Born with the intent to breathe but never acheiving your goal 

The sound of laughter inside your head 
Don't you wish you were born dead 
The sound of laughter inside your head 
Makes you wish you were born dead 
Born dead, you make me [bad word] sick! 

The entire human race will acknowledge you as the earth's biggest mistake 
Existence is defective by nature, as we lie in our own filth and stagnate 

Failure was inevitable 

Close your eyes, and pray that you don't wake up 
Lay in your own filth, you have no future, no guilt 
Destined to walk the line of mediocrity 

We, we took your soul, there was no remorse as we dug your grave 
You were a cancer and we cut you out 
We, we took your soul, there was no remorse as we buried you 
And there will be no tears as we spit upon your grave 

The sound of laughter inside your head 
Don't you wish you were born dead 
The sound of laughter inside your head 
Makes you wish you were born dead 
Born Dead, you make me [bad word] sick!