Death Angel
Laying on the floor with a slice on my throat
The bullet holes I broken dust on my coat
Buried face down with the jackets of hell
We're coming back I'm gonna take you as well
Well fucking sit around and take me to town
By March will be a daily attire
Cant tell, destroy all love with your deepest desires
Angels want to save you from the torture is fate
The filthy stench of your existence I hate
Hate
Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight, he holds tightly
To your soul, and you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror
Fucked them in the dead of night and that's right for their demise
I manifested physicality for sight
Plight is mighty thing of all I wish to fucking smell
There's not a reason, I'm just looking for the kill
Kill
By March will be a daily attire
Can't tell, destroy all love with your deepest desires
Angels want to save you from the torture is fate
The filthy stench of your existence I hate
Hate
Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight, he holds tightly
To your soul, and you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror
Claws rip at the back of your legs and pull them tight, pull them tight
I'm death and you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror
(In the wake of the terror
(In the wake of the terror)
This life is but a speck in the frame of a multi verse filled with hatred and fake love
I stand disciple of evil with no way out
Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight, he holds tightly
To your soul, and you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror
Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight, he holds tightly
To your soul, and you will be forgotten in the wake of my terror
Yeah
In the wake of my terror
In the wake of my terror
