Dead in the Dirt - Disease lyrics

I'll be branded as a pariah Cast out scapegoat ripped from the wings Cascading down in flames To the place where limits end Quarantined from delusions While another regret is fat on your plate The executioner raises his hand And the gallows grin graces another man Vain escape No cure for the work week disease One less regret One less rope around my neck What liberty exists in being the master And the slave Always against the grain Remain outnumbered