the game

Violent death

8ear

shippy

tough

Shits was done on as a 1 take on a webcam mic, don't expect anything good.

Both of our pain lighting the dark
Tied together with Joac of arc  			
Pills by the handful to make me stay					
Enough to choke on every day								
							
Circling mind stuck on repeat							
Being alive is a cruel feat 													
Thought loops back to failure				
Reckless behaviour					
							
Topped myself just to shoot God					
Suicide paid off to make the shot			
Worth it to see him pissing blood			
DRILLED the cunt, hear the thud				
			
MY GRIEF a blackhole								
Payback for the stolen souls				
Pressure the level of Atlas				
Judas happy at last.					

Heaven ended a cesspit of disease
Times up to get cleaned
Fleeing Angels are total cowards
They end as crimson towels

We hit harder than the great depression
We bring hyperviolent aggression

Just a single moment in time
One slip to kill the divine
Traded my soul became a GodKiller
Blew his skull pulling my trigger

Holy warcrimes of the darkest sort
Suicide the fastest transport
I slaughtered crowds with my shooting
Removing any option of losing

There's no second chance on heaven
Left soulless and unforgiven
Satan would find our punishment
an unforgettable refreshment

Rivers of holy blood would have run
If God wasn't dead and done.
We came to kill angels to be clear
Dead men hold no fear

Greenlight on heaven without the almighty		
It would've been time for expiry

They would know they were already foresaken
Thousands of years in the making
If God survived theyd hunt them down as prey
Every soul to be set ablaze

The bloody rivers would haunt forever
Rounded up to get hands to sever
Lucky we quickly killed the heathen 
Or itd be bloodbath season

Bloodbath season

8ear

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