Broken People - Autopsy

They’re worthless and weak

They’re worse than the meek

They’re broken and cracked

There’s no coming back

Ripped and bled

From their eyes I’m fed… I’m fed

They tell a tale without a word being said…

They’re dead

I trample their hopes and dreams

My energy it comes from their screams

I trample their bones and their pride

From this fate they cannot hide

Fight this beast with all your might

Now’s your chance, take your best bite

Many before you stood up and tried

Many before you fell down and died

From throat to anus you’ll be slashed

Your once pretty face will be bashed

Before you die I must hear you cry

Once you’re dead I’ll tell you why

Broken people… I’m sick

Broken people, weak and feeble

Led down a path sealed by wrath

The broken people are going away

With a master plan that begins today

Watch them fade and disappear

Not a one will shed a tear

They won’t be missed

They won’t be mourned

From this world they’ve been scorned

They’ve been scorned

I trample their hopes and dreams

My energy it comes from their screams

I trample their flesh and their pride

I will not stop 'til they’ve all died