✨ As it is a demon stuck to the tomb, in the back of the womb, in the womb we're proving the moon, Awaken the monsters trapped to the wall we're chasing, Sight for the moment, you lock them places, faces masked in case, You strive in the hunger to run to your blackened blades, You throat and cut your skin and eat your flesh, Just for the taste of pagan soldiers marching, The war is weak, I guess you saw your foes, This is how a killer goes to murder, murder all you hoes, Choke on a strangler, choke on a back and forth, The soul for the mattress, soul for the stove, For the both of the chickens screaming,
