Shot all em, shot all of em down
The almighty wanna hear the one
The war has begun
Settin up the sirens
Pure as silence
Bullets full of mitis
Infected with the virus
Stomp on horizon
Time is expiring
I am expiring
Bullets are firing
Into the chosen one
I’m not chosen one
Holding the gatling gun
Everybody will murder the mother-son
Put em in the ground
Nothin but body dust, and the shorty done
They’ll fuckin bleed, nothin need
Evangelical curse, I feel free
There’s bunch of dirt, underneath
Follow the church, dopamine