His course smelled like carrion
He tried to die, but he carried on
Divorced widow-maker
Benign barbarian
They let him drop like a glide bomb
And cut him off with no qualms
Martyrized in god’s acre
Where you sang the same old song
“They killed my baby,
called me crazy,
here they saved me.”
But this is where the clouds cover the sun,
Now you’re the chosen one.
Top of the mountain
Clouds bleed through fountains
Heathens are the reason
Blood is flooding the kingdom
Like sell swords, they’re heartless
Helpless and desperate
Living lives of death threats
Blood is flooding the kingdom
Critical Massacre
Heathen’s souls
Inimical, it’s criminal
Critical Massacre
Heathen’s Souls
Inimical miracle
It’s critical
Massacre
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