I like the cover art and flow goes well with the song .

[Chorus]
No please
(s-sh-shhh god loves you 
N-N-No one can save you now
M-M-My soul's just too far-gone
L-L-Let it burn
(l-L-let it burn)
[Chorus]
Welcome to hell, place where darkness breathes
The wrath of 
Death's forgotten son the world 
will burn
 
[Verse]
I can feel the ground trembling under my feet
Rains fallin' down, don't know if it's tears or blood
*Insane laughing*
Death is beautiful when I'm in a room with God
He's a supernatural show, world is his stage
A macabre mind in the walls of a cage
Surrounded by dirt under floors and decay
Clowns gather around and applaud this disgrace

[Verse 2]
Kiss Black Widow, Heaven awfully close
Guns and violence that I'm not meant to show
And so I wrote this rhyme on Death's flow
The DNA reconstructed of martyrs
God's soldiers who were slaughtered
Awaken the unforgotten, the castles of my carnage
Underground world unknown
A story in the making, foreseen by prophets
On a slab descended a phantom
Life after life, was that just a (hoax?)

[Chorus]
No please
(s-sh-shhh god loves you 
N-N-No one can save you now
M-M-My soul's just too far-gone
L-L-Let it burn
(l-L-let it burn)
[Chorus]
Welcome to hell, place where darkness breathes
The wrath of 
Death's forgotten son the world 
will burn


[Bridge]
My life's a horrorcore body bag
Just jumped a man in a luchador mask
Me, (do bad?) Sure, I go great
Dead things when I got my name on the tag
Focus on task, gonna get at a head
Thrown in the trash, (there's a rat in the bag)
When we get to the wall, should we be scared to crawl
With the trouble that (lies ahead?)
Easier said than done
Trap will get ya 'fore you see

[Verse 3]
She asks why my soul so dark
Wanna ride with the Grim Reap through the graveyard
Why do I feel paranoid
Close voices of the dead onboard
He said, ("What have you done?")
"Bro, I do this for fun"
All work stop when I hear the drums
Lucifer's calling, point where it begun
Run!, (run), (run) from the reaper
The deeper it gets, (O-h-h) gets creepier
The beads of my sweat, drips of tourete
Silver machine gun, slow up the beat
Up, up and away, on Saturn's spaceship
No one can save you but the moon

[Chorus]
No please
(s-sh-shhh god loves you 
N-N-No one can save you now
M-M-My soul's just too far-gone
L-L-Let it burn
(l-L-let it burn)
[Chorus]
Welcome to hell, place where darkness breathes
The wrath of 
Death's forgotten son the world 
will burn

Burn

I craft echoes from the abyss—sounds born of shattered minds and unspoken scars.
Psychologicalcore isn't just noise; it's the scream of silence unraveling, woven from trauma's threads, prophetic whispers, and the raw ache of existence.
No cheap thrills here. This horror lingers, thinks, bleeds into your thoughts, resurrecting buried memories as confessions set to rhythm.
I'm Tweak, the Twisted One. Emerging from the void with fresh drops that demand to be heard.
Join the unraveling. You're never truly alone in the madness..

I am Tweak.
And this is Psychologicalcore.
You are not alone.

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