Run it up!

Hallowed!
Hallow!

Oh shit! - it’s the beginning of the end, heart starts skipping. Flesh dripping off a knife, caught you slipping. I can feel it in my chest, blood pulses in my veins. Put a bullet in my brain, leave a fucking mess in the middle of the bed. 

Run mother fuckers - run!,  you can hear the mother fucking war drums.
Looking to take my fear for your desert, I don’t play these fucking games. 
Fuck sleep I ant had it in a week, every thought corrosive, deterioration of my dreams.
Running through the bog, cog turning cog, by the end of it I expect you to return what was lost. 

Bye the bye and buy, just another body on your mother fucking floor. 
Someone has to take up the part, none of you will fucking clap for. 
Mind like a trap, spending every fucking minute building my stack. 
A philosophy to the presence, and yet the soul doesn’t match. 
Love is just a rumor, and I stope listening after the second lying word. 

Run mother fuckers - run!, this ship is mother fucking sunk. 
Hands on my chest, like I’m stuck under the crypt, I can feel life fucking begin. 
I hear the screams, where is the fight - rise up in the light somewhere out on the fringe.
You kept hiding like a coward, so I set it a blaze, a fire to fuel your power. 
This is where your legacy begins, right where we mother fuckers learn to win. 

Bye the bye and buy, just another body on your mother fucking floor. 
Someone has to take up the part, none of you will fucking clap for. 
Mind like a trap, spending every fucking minute building my stack. 
A philosophy to the presence, and yet the soul doesn’t match. 
Love is just a rumor, and I stope listening after the second lying word. 

Fuck what you tell me and fuck whatever you were gonna say. Panic in my brain yet my spirit stay quiet. Stepping off the edge into the hallows deepest depths. You may find what you seek, deep within the pits. 

Oh shit! - it’s the beginning of the end, there not a soul left walking the can dim my shimmer. 
Wolf at my doorstep, name tag glimmers - never been a saint, but rope grows thinner. 
Kick your fucking teeth into the curb, knee to the back, give it up you’ve already forgot what you’re worth. 
Six feet deep, mind a fucking war zone and the paranoia never sleeps. 
Bury me at the bottom, and watch me make my way to the streets. 


Shrine!

Blackmetal, Deathcore, male