Its funny how many people hear you but they don’t fuckin’ listen
Its just a bunch of bitchin and just a bunch of bitches
And they just don’t fuckin get it maybe I’m just too cryptic
When words can cut so vicious guns will come and get them
Truth is I’m a god compared to these damn kids
You better believe when there’s a black jacket mags packed in
To the semi automatic that’s blastin at them
The sadness became madness and now I’m standin in blackness
21 years of the unholy don’t ya know
Nah I can’t control my emotions I guss I’m over emotional
Over the dose and go float into what no one knows
Death bit if I go you best know that I’m not goin alone
Cause they don’t understand like I don’t speak clearly
If you don’t understand then don’t even come near me
Cause you’re a bitch you’re a coward you choose not to hear me
When you choose not to hear me I’ll give you a reason to FEAR ME

21 years and Colbey’s dead say hello to the GOD of HATE
Dead baby named Shannon for a heart Lucem Ferre is the monster’s name

Now bow the fuck down to the devil, you’re true god