Cold Slither II - A Wilhelm Scream

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