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mr. morbid & melph - darkness & demolition lyrics

[verse 1: mr. morbid]
in the name of the ancient ones, sacred blood from a razor’s cut
those that are brave enough, will invoke what has angels crushed
spoken in ancient tongues, provoking the waves to rush
over ya city until it’s rubble, you fade to dust
the trouble with waking up, these monsters is shaking up
the others that hate ya guts, they’re not that afraid of us
the powerful symbolism can trap you in mental prison
attack you with wicked wisdom, they laugh at your simple vision
it’s madness your intuition will tell you this grim depiction
of death will begin to get in your head till you think you’re tripping
and that’s when your indecision will get you no further
then you wake up to realize you’re arrested for murder
and now the fact that you’re a servant to these incredible
urges is coming back to you burning like black candles inverted
and death will be worshiped, any second guessing is worthless
i need the breath of a virgin to bring me back as a person
i’m in your catholic churches with pentagrams and the
curses to k!ll a man and reverse it to little maggots in he-rs-s
you’re in a castle with merchants of sin and the savage urges
to skin a cat and turn it to sick and tragical furniture
picking axes to murder ya, spitting raps that will f-ck up
your inner heaven by burning ya, cinematical surgeon
i’ve been a practical person, so interacting and lurking
on women should get disturbing, but sh-t, i’m actually yearning

[chorus: mr. morbid]
the infidel, godless, sacrilegious
i’ve been to h-ll, i call it the devils vision
no sins to tell, your god is a mental prison
i bring the spell of darkness and demolition

[verse 2: mr. morbid]
systematically k!lling, it’s mr. blasphemy nailing
your sisters head to the ceiling, i’ve been a ravenous demon
i’m in a casket and breathing, you’re getting stabbed for no reason
victim tragically bleeding, it’s such a m-ssive achievement
the sadom-s-ch-st heathen, there ain’t no asking for freedom
you’ll bathe in acid and scream for a way to get up and leave
but i’ll make death for the fiendish, break the neck of a fetus
i hate how rappers look, let’s take it back to adidas
let’s f-cking take it back son
a raging cat, holding a baseball bat will be the new face of rap
i’m running with satan’s wrath, believe it
stay depressed but heated, pray for death because one of you
angels get defeated, you’ll make a mess for bleeding
all over the place, you’ll fall over and face defeat
as i dangle my ball over ya face
so once fallen from grace, i’m back with a vengeance
i will punch broads till i break their lack of expression
i will hunt all of you fakes, it’s savage perfection
i got c-nts stored in a grave, a m-ssive collection
you can suck my expanding erection
this is black metal hip-hop, sort of like a panda that’s rapping
i’m in the attic with weapons, cinematic aggression
inner madness perfected, i send you b-st-rds to heaven

[chorus: mr. morbid]
the infidel, godless, sacrilegious
i’ve been to h-ll, i call it the devils vision
no sins to tell, your god is a mental prison
i bring the spell of darkness and demolition

- mr morbid melph lyrics

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