Lyrics: Hatchets Were Made to Be Dug Up

The following page features the lyircs to "Hatchets Were Made to Be Dug Up", by American metal outfit Triple Seven. It is the first track off their debut studio album A Prayer for the Damned.
==Lyrics==
Calling me out makes you feel.
So fucking superior.
The irony of it all is.
You're such a goddamn coward.
How many nails are you putting inside the coffin?
Just to spite you, I'll make you lose your own edge.
By fucking up everyone you've held dear.
Don't claim to be some other bitch-ass legend.
You.
Disgust me.
Just hurry up.
And fucking damage yourself already!
Bring your brothers and sisters to the show.
Where I beat your shitty face in.
The crowd is roaring, can't you just feel it?
Oncoming excitement from seeing your ass.
Devoured!
What!?
Calling me out makes you feel.
So fucking superior.
The irony of it all is.
You're such a goddamn coward.
Why start a battle you couldn't win?
Why begin a fight you could never triumph?
Dick!
==Track details==
*Length: 3:36
*Genre: Deathcore
*Producer: Steve Evetts
*Band performance: Triple Seven
===Credits===
*Ashlee Erickson - vocals
*Ray Drieberg - guitar
*Nick Manis - bass
*T.J. Orr - guitar
*Derrick Halsey - drums
Category:Triple Seven
Category:Lyrics: A Prayer for the Damned