Death's Disciple - SixhundredSixteen

And despite all these spikes that you throw my way

I can try to fucking be the one you need but i will bleed
And it is just like history repeating itself again

Oh i burn away
Like the churches of yesterday
One thousand years whatever it takes
It's the same old fucking thing
Oh the cycles
Going over and over again you think that would see
What you are doing to me
But it down Matter so fuck it
Bout to sit and laugh as it all comes crashing down
In front of me

So take my hand oh angel of destruction
come fly away
Lay it all to fucking waste
And cry as it all burns
All you had to do was stop
Standing against me but soon you will see

Written by:
Paul Zimmer

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