The Number Six Lyrics - Resolution - Lamb Of God

Sloth is the enemy of greatness 

Reflection a scalpel to my mind. 

We strive as you leisurely criticize 

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

Lie by lie 

[Chorus] 

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. 

[Chorus] 

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) 

[Chorus] 

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 (a running mouth) 

You've dug your own grave (with poison words) 

You've dug your own grave (will be your end) 

The number six 

Leviathan