No cure for fools

I pray that hand of yours gets cut right from your wrist
As you cast out your arm and turn down your thumb

It's so easy to pass out judgement when you take no fucking risks
Don't need the approval of someone who spits poison every time they speak
Venom rolls off your tongue, and between your teeth

But your words don't mean a thing. (They've never meant a thing to me)
Cause you have never loved anything more than yourself
And there is nothing, I said nothing, nothing
So righteous, noble and good that your ego could not devour in a fucking
Heartbeat
Hear the sound of your chest thump

I pray that hand of yours get hacked right off your wrist
Sliced through like a god damn hammer, hope the pain drops you to your
Fucking knees cause if you can't stand then you can't stomp on these
Dreams

I've seen your kind. You're all the same
So you can't stomp on these fucking dreams