The weight of the world's pinning you down. There's no escape. Take your frustration to the underground. Hunt for the kill. Fuck for the thrill. Negate
My mind is numb. My body is empty. All pieces moving. Nothing fitting. Heat from below. Holes In the sky. Hard luck. Life sucks. Birth. Plague. Die (
We light the fires that burn your city to the ground You run your mouth like a fucking machine Yelling and screaming but nothing still means nothing
Erupt in violence amidst the turbulence No running water yet the rivers run ebullient Their fate is exodus it's plague days for the rest of us Wretched
Cursed are we who look like beast but walk like men We breathe temptation, we live in sin Cast away to them we are remains and every fucking chance
For years and years we had been groomed to be a polished product in a doomed society. We built the empire. For years and years we have been kicked below
These ain't your father's battles this is more Holy wars on foreign shores blitzkrieg cliques on world tours Sure the people will fly someday But for
Speak of the son. No father brings the holy one. From cloven hoofs to claws to thorns, his rise to power has begun. Among your thieves, there lays another
Beneath your streets, we breathe and breed and sleep and eat defeat. No longer human forms, our bodies bleed from your disease. We are the damned condemned
Beneath a blackened sky they lay and pray to me The vengeful spawn of scorn the very brink of sanity My will - malevolent My thoughts - perverse My rule
Lockdown We're falling out Decaying ranks and pranks Against my flesh Death's finished ripping and hell has broken loose Decay's on every corner
Why won't you fucking leave? you crowd around me. I can't fucking breathe. ALl those words you wrote on paper, it's time for me to set ablaze. Hang yourself
Clouds part and out come the howitzers Cue the earthquakes spare the heartbreak Now you're unproud still the sky falls in showers Anthrax and anarchy
The streets are gold but reek of piss and look like shit The stench of fear is real among the charlatans of dominance Make no mistake this is the
I'm another broken record dusty fucking shelf. Gave it all I had an now theres nothing left. I came from no where so I'm fucking destined for nothing
For you time's dragging on and I've no rest for a heart attack I can't relate I can't react with anything But fear and lashing out at you and so I do
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You've got twisted visions You've got hell in a shell You plan corrupt crucifixions Fury set to set sail Call on the young Crawl on the innocent Bow
