Invoking Chaos

Bloodshed For Weakness

Im killin like im drug they all addicted to me
I wonder why they planning hard just to see my fail 
Ion think i said before ion wanted this shit on my face 
She keep on talkin bout sum love a told her bitxh suck dick!!!

Another face and face 
Multiple faces 

had to run up from her face 
She may end up winning the fkn race 
 
Hate me so well
She was waiting to put her on the list 
So i told say less 
Im like...

Not a fkn guy who like to look for love 
Seems like watchu want cant be true no mo

Important think is that they hittin’ the drugs
Im scared of smtg idk when is it come 

Told me baby you're overrated 
She was waiting for me doing crazy habits
She a baddie baddie lookin for more habits 
Sukin dih got me 
She a fkn crazy 
She a ordinarily
Free ywn melly 
Killin everybody 
Got alot of bodies 
She was not available 
Yeah she not available
I can never read your own fkn book 
You just another fkn boring book 
Bitch get out ion got no fkn time

Im killin like im drug they all addicted to be me (prod by cursed4life)

“All ships in convoy—maintain course.
They are out there beware."

"Up periscope.
“I have our first kill in sight.
All hands to battle stations".

Steel belly slides beneath the moon,
Black as guilt, soundless as a tomb.
Periscope tips the world in half,
A string of lights — a fragile raft.

"Feind im Visier, Tauchtiefe im Periskop"

We breathe the cold, we count the knots,
The ocean keeps the secrets we forgot.
Scan the horizon for our next kill,
Send them to the bottom, but its not a thrill.

Men with faces turned to slate,
Hands that tremble at the gate.
Orders sharpen like a blade,
We do what war insists, we are men, we are brave.

Death by a thousand torpedoes! 
sink the cargo before it reaches  port.
An order stamped in iron and salt —
kill the supply line, win the day.
We fire into the dark
and pray the guilt stays far away.

Steel coffins answer distant lights,
A flash, a bloom — and then the night.
Messages drown beneath the swell,
Names erased men gone to hell.

I hear their mothers in the tide,
Their whispered fright they cannot hide.
They might be merchants but they are brave,
Fighting hearts beat in them to the grave.

Eyes go hollow, laughter dies,
Men get ready to kill or just die.
We commit to the final attack run,
And leave behind a mess undone.

Death by a thousand torpedoes! 
sink the cargo before it reaches  port.
An order stamped in iron and salt —
kill the supply line, win the day.
We fire into the dark
and pray the guilt stays far away.

Below the waves the old world sleeps,
The sea takes vows and never weeps.
A child’s toy, a rusted tin,
Turn to ghosts the moment we begin.
The periscope withdraws, the deck is cold,
We tell our prayers inside the hold.

“I saw the wake, I saw the flame,
I lit the fuse, I spoke the name.
Do you sleep, in the freighter’s hold?
Do you dream of lands we never told?”

Every convoy passed like fate,
Every radio repeats the hate.
We stand between two burning shores,
Counting seconds, counting scores.

Death by a thousand torpedoes! 
sink the cargo before it reaches  port.
An order stamped in iron and salt —
kill the supply line, win the day.
We fire into the dark
and pray the guilt stays far away.

“Report.”
"Radio static Sir.
A name called once,
But its all gone silent,
swallowed by the sea."

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