Woke up in the morning And didn't take long to realize This guy who won't die lies In the bed of nails it's so dark Spark a light tho procreate might Become a champion Can't put out my light no matter How hard you try this guy won't die How many times do I have to say it Just like a testament the rest of it Heads south again like a little bitch Cowards await beyond bloody hills Supernatural feelings meaning feed this Preying fists destroy the weakened bliss Natural consequence in the near Mutual peasants stuck in a new era Destruction ahead calls you to look back But only to find natural bloodbath So here is the end of my story The only prevailing god to see Listen to the words I preech and each Tomb which holds the souls will know Standing tall and eager to be righteous Paints the way for what I shall see What I shall be is whatever I see In the end you can't pretend to see Unless you let go of what's trying to be Holding you down