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K.I.L.L.T.H.E.M.A.L.L.M.F.
Stripped down to the basic animal instincts
A drop of blood amidst those famine nights
The laboring heartbeat of running prey
Frantic to escape under starlight
Watch yourself, it's the apex terminator
Bent to the will of sycophantic desecrators
I'm usually too busy burying all the bodies
But now I've noticed the cries of weak lamentors
Just shut the fuck up I'm tired of it all
Too dumb to know you just crossed the line
I've got two brass fists waiting for your face
Why do you run when you know it's time?
Here I come, rampaging annihilator
On the trail to the sycophantic desecrators
I am usually too busy digging all the graves
But today I remember the face of lamentors
Kill the weak and eat the bodies
I refuse to believe
Lasting weakness inherits the earth
Lash them all to bleeding trees
Tremble before the violence
Hell has come to claim you
Every time you look in mirrors
Myself appears with the truth
All you are is meat
Lingering before the grinder
Lay upon the tinder
Mostly just for me
Feeding carrion needs
Must prepare, you know this plight is yours to bare
To be the cattle led to the killing pits
So, we must go forth to erase the blight
And kill, we kill....
All you fucking pieces of shit
Watch yourself, it's the apex terminator
Bent to the will of sycophantic desecrators
I'm usually too busy burying all the bodies
But now I've noticed the cries of weak lamentors
Here I come, rampaging annihilator
On the trail to the sycophantic desecrators
I am usually too busy digging all the graves
But today I remember the face of lamentors
Kill the weak and eat the bodies
I refuse to believe
Lasting weakness inherits the earth
Lash them all to bleeding trees
Tremble before the violence
Hell has come to claim you
Every time you look in mirrors
Myself appears with the truth
All you are is meat
Lingering before the grinder
Lay upon the tinder
Mostly just for me
Feeding carrion needs
(c) 2015 Frank Green
A drop of blood amidst those famine nights
The laboring heartbeat of running prey
Frantic to escape under starlight
Watch yourself, it's the apex terminator
Bent to the will of sycophantic desecrators
I'm usually too busy burying all the bodies
But now I've noticed the cries of weak lamentors
Just shut the fuck up I'm tired of it all
Too dumb to know you just crossed the line
I've got two brass fists waiting for your face
Why do you run when you know it's time?
Here I come, rampaging annihilator
On the trail to the sycophantic desecrators
I am usually too busy digging all the graves
But today I remember the face of lamentors
Kill the weak and eat the bodies
I refuse to believe
Lasting weakness inherits the earth
Lash them all to bleeding trees
Tremble before the violence
Hell has come to claim you
Every time you look in mirrors
Myself appears with the truth
All you are is meat
Lingering before the grinder
Lay upon the tinder
Mostly just for me
Feeding carrion needs
Must prepare, you know this plight is yours to bare
To be the cattle led to the killing pits
So, we must go forth to erase the blight
And kill, we kill....
All you fucking pieces of shit
Watch yourself, it's the apex terminator
Bent to the will of sycophantic desecrators
I'm usually too busy burying all the bodies
But now I've noticed the cries of weak lamentors
Here I come, rampaging annihilator
On the trail to the sycophantic desecrators
I am usually too busy digging all the graves
But today I remember the face of lamentors
Kill the weak and eat the bodies
I refuse to believe
Lasting weakness inherits the earth
Lash them all to bleeding trees
Tremble before the violence
Hell has come to claim you
Every time you look in mirrors
Myself appears with the truth
All you are is meat
Lingering before the grinder
Lay upon the tinder
Mostly just for me
Feeding carrion needs
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 2nd Mar 2015
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5th Mar 2015 2:33am
Brutal in your face write.. can hear music.. would be a killer metal tune.. great ink..
Dave
Dave
5th Mar 2015 4:42am
