Angler Must Die

I hold the rod of power
Hand of god by the hour
Food chain will never drop
Sitting pretty at the top

Feel the tide change
From the deep at your feet
See the red sky
Morning rise your demise

Angler must die
Leviathan sky

Ignorance is getting old
It's started growing mould
Stupid human you got ill
Forgot that you were made from gills



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Forsythe, Brandon Carter, Clifford James Thiessen
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