sick of it, the gimicks die
why care about flow when im swimmin in Genocide
enzymes contrived and designed to limit life
Fuck the Net, i get respect cuz im livin right
crossed by God
been searchin hell for years after i lost it all
still sleep in the flames
gave the Devil my soul it was easily chained
the Lord painted a Portrate, but the easle has changed
still im fighting
i can leave the Net now - fuck the Silva Lining
told lucifer get the will and front the bill for dining
all is real and our deal is binding
Fuck GOD i'll kill em if he still behind me
demons cover the corpse
Jesus lightin the way, im here to smother the tourch
interdemensional shits
find the pearly gates leading up to the porch
my battalion erupts with a force
that levels the Heavens
but whats left of it - Nothing of course