my mind is possessed, you're nice but I'm twice as intense
when I spit the dead tend to rise from the dead
I'll die for the Sekt
it's impossible to extinquish the fire that ignites in my chest
choose one, it's either life or it's death
try and dissect every single line I have said
it is time for revenge
got a fucking knife to your neck waiting patiently to slice you to shreds
listen to the way that I spit over melodies
sick as if my frame was inflicted with leprosy
twisted as my brain, and the glimpse of my memories
driven by the pain I inflict on my ememies
violently swinging the blade of a metal ax
run away if you want to stay with your head intact
arrange bodies in the shape of a pentagram
there is no way you can escape from the devil's wrath