Beckoned to the frontlines, to ease the pain from starving stomachs. No floods of tears, no stench of death on the screen. Beckoned to dismiss, chosen
I've been deceived by modern day Eve with a weave Poison me with lust from venom, ever since she was made From the rib cage, in a world of theatrics Same
Black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies, man made dust designed to blind our eyes, screened illusions masked in blatant lies, black smoke rise
across the Niagara My afterburners'll be burnin' you after Ya' body already been splashed with acid and you turn to ashes Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin' Leavin' blood
screen pixels I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into On
on the four corners of the Earth Four kings, 8 wings, black halos, son we got 'em Direct from Hell's bottom, ridin on a pale horse With a sword in my
