Rut Gluttony Lyrics

Please disinclude me
You're not solving any problems,
Just a-dragging the hearts of simple men along with you.
I'm grinding my teeth over work that I'm lost in,
You're not the only one that is trapped in a costume.
Tomb. Tomb.
In your world is, posturing,
A lack of guts and rut gluttony.
Put some soul in this shit.
Come on, stop faking it.