Circle of Fucks!

Hallowed!
Hallowed!

I’ve bitten my tongue until I’ve tasted the blood, Metal in my veins, and covered in rust.
You’ve tried to call it guidance but I can see through the lie. You promised me a stage and pulled up with an iron cage.
But I don’t do well kneeling down traders hover round, let me tell you why. 

Shhhhhh, snakes in the tall grass. I can’t talk much because they jealous of my ass when the should be jealous the game.
Every minute you’ve been taking shit, I’ve kept me grip tight, steady taking aim.
All black clothes, im dressed for the win. I’m creeping in the night, gold chains my neck you can feel their weight. 
Call me a monster, call me a savage, call me a fucking clown. But the hammer thunders when I bring it down. 

Get fucked, I’m the king of this shit, get fucked you cheating little bitch. 
Circle of  life - no - it’s a circle of crypts, bodies falling out your closet, little trick.
Circle of life - no - this is a circle of coffins, all your bodies rising out the pits, lying little witch.
Circle of life - no - welcome to the mortuary, and I just finished bricking up the door to your mausoleum. 

You want me quiet, controlled, and tamed, maintained, rolling over like a dog, blinded in a fog. 
You stand the and judge me, watching me work, the feed on my hype and rake it in.
When I bounce back this is gonna hurt, every breath is a treat.
But I won’t be blamed, contained or restrained, I resurrected my own soul back up out the fucking pain.

Get fucked, I’m the king of this shit, get fucked you cheating little bitch. 
Circle of  life - no - it’s a circle of crypts, bodies falling out your closet, little trick.
Circle of life - no - this is a circle of coffins, all your bodies rising out the pits, lying little witch.
Circle of life - no - welcome to the mausoleum, and I just finished bricking up the door to your mortuary. 

Solitaire for the weak, your ass would be dead if my wallet could speak. Guzzling down vodka & energy drinks like you need a quick fix and the taurine. You keeping asking me why, telling me I don’t fit the scean. Yet when I speak, you never heard me.

Get fucked - I’m coming for the crown, burn the fucking castle to the ground.
I see drooling whenever I win, watching me from the corner like I’m your personal sin.
Step on my back, in an attempt to break my spleen, but your cunts got mileage like a jar of fucking vaseline.
If you have a problem you can meet me in the Colosseum. Grasping claws like a starving creature, stolen features, Remember this is what you chose And never forget - I love it when you fucking lose.

Shrine!!

Blackmetal, Deathcore, male