Filth lyrics

by

Killstation


[Verse 1]
Hoody thrown up with my back to the breeze
They don't give a f*ck about me
They don't give a f*ck about OmenXIII
All black shirt, all black jeans
Heart used to hurt, I got scars on my sleeve
Riding with demons, we riding with dreams
If we playing the game, then we playing for keeps
I creep in the alleys, I murder the beats
You can stay in your lane but you staying with lames
We not the same, we not the same
f*ck all the fame, b*tch, we play different games
I'm tryna eat, I'm just tryna maintain
My sanity, I'm not one to detain
'Cause my brain trained to kill anything in my way
So I kill then I devastate
Permeate bodies, repeat 'til the hurt away
I could exterminate life with more wrath than Cthulhu
Reduce it to dust if I see it reduceable
Animate bodies through voodoo, a guru
That decimates light with the shadows as usual
Ending mankind, just because I could do it
Who knew I'd turn into a demi-god, something immovable
Now if I look to the sky it's just me on this rock with nobody to prove it to
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