Cold Slither II

Cobra, cobra, cobra dead weight
Cobra, cobra, cobra

The world got dropped, left covered in rust
We'll rule it with an iron
Fist behind a drum beat again
It's all over, you motherfuckers

The moral to story is shit to a rug
Two fingers up if judgment comes
And one keg stand for Satan
Weak hearted sorry fakers
In times of danger they just fold up and run
If you are, you are dead weight

Cobra, cobra, cobra dead weight
Cobra, cobra, cobra

Infection spread like iron to rust
The cure for the disease, like chain links
Surrounded me sometimes they are

Weak hearted sorry fakers
In times of danger they just fold up and run
If you are, you are dead weight

And we might just show the world
Hopeless anger in us
Every other day is just more time to kill
We want a way to find the sound
In aching waves from our hearts

Nevertheless, we're just staring at a wall
Manners, missed conscience
Where are you now? Left staring at a wall
Before that sound
Forces us to stop, drop, and run hear me now
Or watch the bodies pile

Weak hearted sorry fakers
In times of danger they just fold up and run
If you are, you are dead weight

When all the monumentous
Lecherous imitations you pull off
Start wearing off to show what you are
If you are, you are dead weight