Crimson Malice
Lay you down to waste
Look who's at the gates
You won't get to heaven cause your soul has been erased
Lay you down to waste
Look who's at the gates
You won't get to heaven cause your soul has been erased
We are all products of our own infatuation
Playing with the cards but I got some intonation
World is even darker than my own imagination
Viva death!
Shout out to my nation
Living in the dead dreams I was never given
It's really do or die so I'm really feeling driven
What's up with your crooked face?
I'm about to bomb the place
Blow your mind like outer space
This is what you're gonna taste
Looking at the stars at night
Some day they will burn and die
Look into my empty eyes. This will be your final night
Love is what you want tonight
Death is what I bring to life
Close your eyes and hope to die
Make that spirit reach the sky!
I love heavy metal
And I don't fear the devil
Hit the pedal, turn the track into another level
I play win or bust. Bust
Y'all can lick the dust. Dust
Leave it all behind cause, all has turned to rust
What 'chou think now? Have another beat down
Lights out, no more clout
No more getting out
Tick tok, click stop. Trigger on the dot
Trick thots. What's hot? Let me get it louder
Steel nerves meditating. Cold blood circulating. Fire tracks why you hating?
All black, fashion statement
So whack, why you playing?
Who's that? I'm too late then
Lose that, deviation
Get back, you ain't leaving!
Look who's at the gates
You won't get to heaven cause your soul has been erased
Lay you down to waste
Look who's at the gates
You won't get to heaven cause your soul has been erased
We are all products of our own infatuation
Playing with the cards but I got some intonation
World is even darker than my own imagination
Viva death!
Shout out to my nation
Living in the dead dreams I was never given
It's really do or die so I'm really feeling driven
What's up with your crooked face?
I'm about to bomb the place
Blow your mind like outer space
This is what you're gonna taste
Looking at the stars at night
Some day they will burn and die
Look into my empty eyes. This will be your final night
Love is what you want tonight
Death is what I bring to life
Close your eyes and hope to die
Make that spirit reach the sky!
I love heavy metal
And I don't fear the devil
Hit the pedal, turn the track into another level
I play win or bust. Bust
Y'all can lick the dust. Dust
Leave it all behind cause, all has turned to rust
What 'chou think now? Have another beat down
Lights out, no more clout
No more getting out
Tick tok, click stop. Trigger on the dot
Trick thots. What's hot? Let me get it louder
Steel nerves meditating. Cold blood circulating. Fire tracks why you hating?
All black, fashion statement
So whack, why you playing?
Who's that? I'm too late then
Lose that, deviation
Get back, you ain't leaving!
Credits
Writer(s): George Hayes
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