Now I Am Become Death
Bitch I-
Bitch I'll fucking go insane
Every time you're in my way
Spent another day in vain
When I'm thinking bout your name
Try to solve it all
By taking drugs and inflicting paint on myself
Another day I wish for death, ooh
Set on fire, black
Hold up, roll it back
Riding with a bag
Black robe in clouds of red
So what if I'm cold
I have no soul
I'm far from home
Hoe just leave me alone
The crows keep on calling my name
Yet again but I'm broke, $carecrow
Choke from them lump in my throat
Here I go damn lost hope what a joke, haha
When the going gets tough
When you can't move on
When they rip you up
Into shreds apart
When the sun goes down
So you light the blunt at dawn, hahahaha
Okay-
Rising out the motherfucking dirt $carecrow
Just a nobody sleeping in a grave
With the grin on my face
Dead in many ways
Bitch I'm never waking up again, call Blades
Call Blades-
Frontal lobe blow outta sight
Stars shine bright giving light to the night
Half fucking human other half just died
Sick of living dead I'm inside
Step into my domain I'm causing
Hurricanes made out of flames
Serpents inside I tame but all these locusts
Cannot be explained
They feed on all of my body parts
Then gather what's left of my brain
That's scattered across the fields
And now my sword has been finally stained
With your blood
Enemies here I come
To rip your guts
I am the chosen one
As the smell of death
Spreads across the land
Souls get burned and lost
Armies of undead, rise out from the ground
To spread the plague 'round town
Bitch I'll fucking go insane
Every time you're in my way
Spent another day in vain
When I'm thinking bout your name
Try to solve it all
By taking drugs and inflicting paint on myself
Another day I wish for death, ooh
Know your place, idiot
Bitch I'll fucking go insane
Every time you're in my way
Spent another day in vain
When I'm thinking bout your name
Try to solve it all
By taking drugs and inflicting paint on myself
Another day I wish for death, ooh
Set on fire, black
Hold up, roll it back
Riding with a bag
Black robe in clouds of red
So what if I'm cold
I have no soul
I'm far from home
Hoe just leave me alone
The crows keep on calling my name
Yet again but I'm broke, $carecrow
Choke from them lump in my throat
Here I go damn lost hope what a joke, haha
When the going gets tough
When you can't move on
When they rip you up
Into shreds apart
When the sun goes down
So you light the blunt at dawn, hahahaha
Okay-
Rising out the motherfucking dirt $carecrow
Just a nobody sleeping in a grave
With the grin on my face
Dead in many ways
Bitch I'm never waking up again, call Blades
Call Blades-
Frontal lobe blow outta sight
Stars shine bright giving light to the night
Half fucking human other half just died
Sick of living dead I'm inside
Step into my domain I'm causing
Hurricanes made out of flames
Serpents inside I tame but all these locusts
Cannot be explained
They feed on all of my body parts
Then gather what's left of my brain
That's scattered across the fields
And now my sword has been finally stained
With your blood
Enemies here I come
To rip your guts
I am the chosen one
As the smell of death
Spreads across the land
Souls get burned and lost
Armies of undead, rise out from the ground
To spread the plague 'round town
Bitch I'll fucking go insane
Every time you're in my way
Spent another day in vain
When I'm thinking bout your name
Try to solve it all
By taking drugs and inflicting paint on myself
Another day I wish for death, ooh
Know your place, idiot
Credits
Writer(s): Plamen Radoslavov Raev
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