Made 1n h3ll

[Intro – distorted synths and mechanical pulses] [Terminator-style rhythm] How many of these fucking luddites, Mediocre, stuck-in-the-mud shites, Whack-out lives in trailer park homes, Come asking for favors when I wanna be left alone? Come asking like a thief in the middle of the night, Acting like Icarus taking flight — Let the wax wings melt under the sun. There are only two laws: vanity and the gun. Jeepers creepers with the peepers, Looking like meth addicts shaking hands with the reaper. I don't give a shit if you succeed or quit — Your hands are the cushions on which you sit. I don't build for myself, I build for others, But these fucking snakes got pillows and love to smother — From cousin fuckers to kissing their brothers? Yeah, I feel battery acid in my veins. Hell’s let loose — here, take the reins. Here’s your rope... yeah, here’s your noose. Like that little rhyme? Did I steal your goose? Little ash in my face, the grief’s turned to anger — Here’s what’s been replaced: There are three rules to life — it’s kill, fuck, or find. Wanna see the demons creeping in my mind? Had “victim” on my back, yeah, I won’t lie — THAT WAS ‘TIL THEY HAD NAILS AND CRIED “IT’S TIME TO CRUCIFY!” [Chorus – stomping guitars, demonic layering] BAPTISED IN FIRE AND MADE IN HELL "Can't you hear the tolling of the bell?" (ahhhhhhhs) FALLEN ANGEL WITH JADED HALOS "Coming with opening shots and full payloads" (ahhhhhhhs) (Repeat Chorus) [Verse 2 – rhythm heavy, glitchy edge] Man, it must be PTSD Coming back to haunt me. I'm easily fucked when I'm swinging from a tree. Anger is the emotion that keeps me in motion — Cigarette smoke and "what was that commotion?" Slap your hands together, now get out the lotion. Suck down this bottle of nightshade potion. Auto-erotic asphyxiation? What is with these self-absorbed fucks and their fixations? Wouldn't even help a woman losing everything, All that entitles and all that brings — Push ‘em into asphalt, let the cars give ‘em wings. Sick and tired of these unfeeling cucks, Their ideas and opinions? They suck. Why do I feel like this? Why is there so much rage? Just another invisible face to add to the page. Because they support their dumb ideas — Stuck on nitrous oxide and Adidas. I wanna go back to the place I belong — Here are the scars formed from a world gone wrong! [Bridge – crawling rhythm, monstrous whisper] Man, the Werewolf Spider is speaking in my head — Four eyes and eight legs in full bend. It's transformation time. It's death on demand for a dime. [Chorus – stomping guitars, layered screams] BAPTISED IN FIRE AND MADE IN HELL "Can't you hear the tolling of the bell?" (ahhhhhhhs) FALLEN ANGEL WITH JADED HALOS "Coming with opening shots and full payloads" (ahhhhhhhs) (Repeat Chorus x2) [Outro – distorted glitch, scream collapse] Fuckers make me sick, Wanna see a trick? Wanna see if the transformation is quick? ...LET’S CRUCIFY THESE PRICKKKKKKSSSSSSSSSS [glitchy distortion] LET’S CRUCIFY THESE PRICKKKKKKSSSSSSSSSS (and the world is incenerating... and I'm asphyxiating)