Horus
The cloud is hanging over.
Sucking all of us.
Evaporate the red stuff.
Still dead and bone.
A zombie population.
An infectious bunch
Chewing on the legs off
I give a royal shunt.
Taste every swallow
Tied just like a poisoned arrow
My voice Is your toy
It's Time now for the hand of Horus.
You saw a vulnerable suspect.
Thought you'd cull it fast,
But chowing down on that kind of punk,
is gonna give you a gnarly rash.
Sucking all of us.
Evaporate the red stuff.
Still dead and bone.
A zombie population.
An infectious bunch
Chewing on the legs off
I give a royal shunt.
Taste every swallow
Tied just like a poisoned arrow
My voice Is your toy
It's Time now for the hand of Horus.
You saw a vulnerable suspect.
Thought you'd cull it fast,
But chowing down on that kind of punk,
is gonna give you a gnarly rash.
Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Weaver, Thomas Egerton
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