The Tourniquet God
I'm the Anti-God washing your land
Twisting the blood, feasting on weeds
Growing in the pit of your stomach
The winds are growing for the faggots
I will wash your oceans with black
The storms above your head enter your back
You bleed out your eyes for simple speak
I'm the Tourniquet God stomping on happiness
On your knees, leaking anal liquid
Satan's pastures consuming pleasures
Crush it down while I twist the screw
Emotions are out and your head is due
For a new slice, split open with blood
I hate the white and I hate the black
I hate your face, I hate the fags
I hate the world that you created
I will come back to this Earth
The clouds are cutting pictures with rain
Scissors for fingers, cutting away smiles
Down on your knees, I fuck upon the weak
I will wash your oceans with black
The storms above your head enter your back
You bleed out your eyes for simple speak
I'm the Tourniquet God stomping on happiness
I will wash your oceans with black
The storms above your head enter your back
You bleed out your eyes for simple speak
I'm the Tourniquet God stomping on happiness
I look at God and I see a man
Dressed in black, laced with hate
The Tourniquet God is what you know
What do you hate? What do you hate?
Twisting the blood, feasting on weeds
Growing in the pit of your stomach
The winds are growing for the faggots
I will wash your oceans with black
The storms above your head enter your back
You bleed out your eyes for simple speak
I'm the Tourniquet God stomping on happiness
On your knees, leaking anal liquid
Satan's pastures consuming pleasures
Crush it down while I twist the screw
Emotions are out and your head is due
For a new slice, split open with blood
I hate the white and I hate the black
I hate your face, I hate the fags
I hate the world that you created
I will come back to this Earth
The clouds are cutting pictures with rain
Scissors for fingers, cutting away smiles
Down on your knees, I fuck upon the weak
I will wash your oceans with black
The storms above your head enter your back
You bleed out your eyes for simple speak
I'm the Tourniquet God stomping on happiness
I will wash your oceans with black
The storms above your head enter your back
You bleed out your eyes for simple speak
I'm the Tourniquet God stomping on happiness
I look at God and I see a man
Dressed in black, laced with hate
The Tourniquet God is what you know
What do you hate? What do you hate?
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Writer(s): Nate Roedel
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