| Broken, stolen, a name with scars. A hole inside of Mars, War is calling, make the time pick the place. Blood will be spilled, I have a mutual respect for you. If you have one for me. Otherwise, my Shadow slithers around your soul. Then I'll show you, the Grave hole...Listen, as I shed my skin, reaping all my Sin. I'll sow these seeds, and greive alone with a tear, only with fear. For my God..In my Shadows..I see it coming, through my Visions. Killing the Thin little lie, filling the Well of life, I feel the fire burning in my Eyes..Battered, and bruised, I see a Hell, blunt, as the little cunt that tried to Thrill me. What a night, when she was so filled with fright..She died.. Change is coming, Now its Mine. Listen to my Massive Vision, four million five thousand die in an hour, a Hellacious blast, of Death, consuming the Fumes of life. Once you look behind, theres no turning back, you stepped off of that Holy track. You like, the Spike that prods your Hands, you feel the Price, as you pay the Sands of time. I died without repent to Christian Deity's Now I'm flying into a Memory. My own Perfect Divinity. A Billion Bhudist hold the Light, a Fucking hell of a time, just to try and remember the price, reap what you sow.. Bow before no other Lord.. Three and maybe a few, coming with me.. |
