PSYCHO-FRAME - LASTING MORTAL NIGHTMARE

I'll empty this clip in your head

You have tried to sedate me
From all I've been craving
Who else could be more deserved?

Your feeble morality is a perfect show of depravity
My chosen hatred lies on the line of majesty

What don't you understand?
What don't you understand?

Hand go up
Bodies go down
Open up and fucking eat these rounds
This planet is a fucking disease

Look at the world that we have made for ourselves
Who could ever love this fucking hell?
Look at the world that we have made for ourselves
I'll add to the pile

Face to face with a killer
Bred from birth with nothing but hatred for the earth
Gulping the fat of the venomous one
Seeing red 'til we both cum

I will make an example of your hide
Nailed on display
Your innocence crucified
A declaration of your damnation for the whole world
Your gods and your patrons to blame
Their faults and mine are the same

A cynical wrath that could only ever be cultivated
By a shit, broken world
Who will come save you?
Where are the chosen few?
What are you gonna do?
Who deserves it more than you?

I'll empty this clip in your head

Death is only an instrument
I am simply its player
Death is only an instrument
I am simply its player

Written by:
Austin Coupe, Hunter Young, Michael Sugars

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