作词 : Aiden Bessent/Michael Christopher Sugars/Austin Coupe/Hunter Phyllip Young
作曲 : Aiden Bessent/Michael Christopher Sugars/Austin Coupe/Hunter Phyllip Young
Hell is at our front door
Hell is at our Walking immolation
Mass grave of dissemination
Money talks, keeps your lips sewn shut
There's a line straight to hell and they put us there,
and you're all to weak for me to ****ing care
The work will be done when humanity is gone
No choice in violence, only where you aim your weapon
500 gigawatts of the power of god pointed at your whole block
So shut the **** up, and do what you’re told
The barrel’s hot while your blood runs cold
New gods got you feeling like a victim
Laughing all the while melting bodies in exile
Raining hell from heaven, ride their dick in mentions
Suck the cross til you choke, but you think it’s a joke
Who’s laughing now?
What?
Cinched up, hanging by your shriveled sack
Blasting up til your brain needs prozac
Cauterized with hot blades down the spine
Now kiss your bitch ass goodbye
Do you think it’s a ****ing joke?
I’m gonna drown you in the Black Wave
Watch your house get swallowed whole
Over war we never even asked for
Money talks keep your lips sewn shut
Flip the script, I’ll nuke your crib you stupid cunt
Hell is at our front door
Hell is at our, No choice in violence
Only where you aim your weapon
The work will be done when humanity is gone
No choice in violence
Only where you aim your weapon
The work will be done when humanity is gone
Cauterized
Guns aimed at Heaven until the work is done
We have your son, and he’s running out of luck
Guns aimed at Heaven until the work is done
Guns aimed at Heaven until the work is done
作词 : Aiden Bessent/Michael Christopher Sugars/Austin Coupe/Hunter Phyllip Young
作曲 : Aiden Bessent/Michael Christopher Sugars/Austin Coupe/Hunter Phyllip Young
Hell is at our front door
Hell is at our Walking immolation
Mass grave of dissemination
Money talks, keeps your lips sewn shut
There's a line straight to hell and they put us there,
and you're all to weak for me to ****ing care
The work will be done when humanity is gone
No choice in violence, only where you aim your weapon
500 gigawatts of the power of god pointed at your whole block
So shut the **** up, and do what you’re told
The barrel’s hot while your blood runs cold
New gods got you feeling like a victim
Laughing all the while melting bodies in exile
Raining hell from heaven, ride their dick in mentions
Suck the cross til you choke, but you think it’s a joke
Who’s laughing now?
What?
Cinched up, hanging by your shriveled sack
Blasting up til your brain needs prozac
Cauterized with hot blades down the spine
Now kiss your bitch ass goodbye
Do you think it’s a ****ing joke?
I’m gonna drown you in the Black Wave
Watch your house get swallowed whole
Over war we never even asked for
Money talks keep your lips sewn shut
Flip the script, I’ll nuke your crib you stupid cunt
Hell is at our front door
Hell is at our, No choice in violence
Only where you aim your weapon
The work will be done when humanity is gone
No choice in violence
Only where you aim your weapon
The work will be done when humanity is gone
Cauterized
Guns aimed at Heaven until the work is done
We have your son, and he’s running out of luck
Guns aimed at Heaven until the work is done
Guns aimed at Heaven until the work is done