Nor Is Yours (feat. Philip H. Anselmo)

Ground to a stop in spasms
Warring little bullshit agonies
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Fuck off

The flotsam of weakling casting
Shaved off and obliterated
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Fuck off

Recognize the blood
Recognize the blood

The dimming recollection of glory
Defeated five to three
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Fuck off
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Nor is yours
Fuck off