It’s time— go get the gun The one your family's hiding from Sleeping in the dresser drawer Do pull its trigger, I implore
Shoot your parents, then yourself Push your life right off the shelf Die for metal, leave this hell Take this oath of blasphemation
When asked to kill— you won't or will Casting aside the weak When lord Belial, your name, he calls Conquer or wallow in defeat
Blood in the ink!
The unholy writ on contract for your soul Of your feeble peasant mind, we have control We yank these hidden strings The ones that make the razors go We’re cancelling your favorite show We’ve pulled the plug We’ve closed the curtain
Drinketh deep now, this cup of poison And drag a blade right through your veins Slaughtering every soul around you Of mortality, you'll take the reigns
Broken your bones in violent ritual Tattooed black, your flesh in our name We ask you now to wield the razor At our command, you'll worship pain
Calligraphy in crimson ink Thick and dark, each stroke I hereby swear my life to him Here is the sacred parchment—
Now part your skin and sign below:
X_______________________________
When asked to kill— you won't or will Casting aside the weak When lord Belial, your name, he calls Conquer or wallow in defeat
Blood in the ink!
Drinketh deep now, this cup of poison And drag a blade right through your veins Slaughtering every soul around you Of mortality, you'll take the reigns
Broken your bones in violent ritual Tattooed black, your flesh in our name We ask you now to wield the razor At our command, let your life drain
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