Wristmeetrazor - DogdayGod Lyrics

His little death
Runs deep in my blood.
It's your turn
To end what's begun.
You'll never get your wings.
Real sinners pull the strings.

It's not fixed yet, it germinates in you. Prepare your God now, it's almost time to
Purge this,
Cut this,
Bleed this
Filth morality.
See this,
Taste this,
Feel this,
Collective atrophy.

You can take it all,
My new rotting flesh.
Strip the bones dry
Until there's nothing left.
Gray sludge
Seeping through my veins.
Now the pain's back
To make it all ok.

So say goodbye to your identity,
While you transform me to a fervent weed.
And say goodbye to your empathy.
It's all one big hypocrisy.

I'm a f*cking wretch, just like you. Prepare your god now, you know it's time to
Purge this,
Cut this,
Bleed this
Filth morality.
See this,
Taste this,
F*ck this
Collective atrophy.

Your filth morality