The Number Six lyrics

Sloth is the enemy of greatness

Reflection a scalpel to my mind

We strive as you leisurely criticize

A free ride 'til you find that you've dug your own grave

Lie by lie

Just a running mouth

Poison words you throw about

Drag you to your end

The number six

Leviathan

You've dug your own grave

With your spite

You've dug your own grave

Lie by lie

A cancer that needs to be cut out

Sweet slander the razor to your throat

Trim the fat

A loose end to be tied up and cast aside

Left to find that you've dug your own grave

With your spite

Just a running mouth

Poison words you throw about

Drag you to your end

The number six

Leviathan

Poison words you throw about

Drag you to your end

The number six

Leviathan

A relentless imposition by a self-fulfilling travesty

From one who is just rotting there

In slut's wool and zero history

Aesthetic condemning

Erratic condescending

An empty barrel always makes the most noise

And I begin to feel my hands

My hands around your throat

Your throat!

Erratic condescending

You've dug your own grave

With your spite

You've dug your own grave

Lie by lie

Just a running mouth

Poison words you throw about

Drag you to your end

The number six

Leviathan

Poison words you throw about

Drag you to your end

The number six

Leviathan

You've dug your own grave

You've dug your own grave

The number six

Leviathan

You've dug your own grave

Your running mouth

You've dug your own grave

With poison words

You've dug your own grave

Will be your wrath

The number six

Leviathan

• Artist:Lamb of God
• Album:Resolution