Текст песни Dark Crystal - TempKnight Harrison , Shanax Bars

Drop dead in the wetlands
Head in your red hands
Bled for your debt
Said, "I forget," in a deadpan
Bred to be less than
Shreds in the bread pan
Lead for a wedding band
I fed on the best man
We need blood for the blood god
Wondering, "what God?"
Mud that the flood caused
Rusted and rubbed raw
Betraying the old gods
Praying with the gold wand
Wading in the moldy pond
Preying on the cold dawn
Goodbye to the cruel world
Could I be a ghoul girl
I'm blinding the whole world
Should I steal the jeweled pearls
We're dying for glory
Crying in fury
Violence, so gory
Bleak silence before me

Dark crystal ball
A dismal dawn
Abysmal haunts
My pistol drawn
The palace falls
The castle walls
Now gravel all
I battle on

I'm the mastermind
Cooking the books
Leaving you niggas shook
Drinking firewater
Leading lambs to the slaughter
Your daughter
Selling pussy on the internet
Your son fucking with killers
Ridin' 'round in Corvettes
Smoking like a chimney
Speaking Easy
Please believe me
All these ghetto gospels
Not enough apostles
I want cheese on all my tacos
I'm unholy its delightful
Let me preach with all my rifles
Kill a crowd of psychos
Politicians drinking that gin
Smoking cocaine
I'm a slave for my cheddar
Let me blow out your brain
All this stress blowing over
But I'm feeling no pain
Got the whole city watching
We not saying no names
California Dreamin'
We scheming
Need money for my semen
Talk to God daily
But I'm still a fucking demon
Keep it wavy
Off the navy
Bad Betty said I'm crazy
Chop a nigga in half
Then pop 'em with the 380
Chop a nigga in half
Then pop 'em with the 380

The dead shall rise
Head full of lies
Bled from my eyes
"Redrum," my cries
Led to demise
Fed to the flies
Bred to baptize
Shredding up the grand prize
Scarlet red the damned skies
Wedded to be chastised
So she pled for allies
Spreading out her thick thighs
Dreadful in a disguise
Left for dead and despised
I was a warlock
Warlord on the boardwalk
War-torn world before long
Scorned the horde of warthogs
Four chords for a short song
Sure cure for the boredom
Your whores all have bore young
Four score more and you're gone