SHADOW OF DEATH Lyrics

A tortured genius may not be right but I'm what's left

Of frontal lobe damage drugs sex and shadow of death

I'll cry now and laugh last at the vultures flying

Over my culture science and art of ultraviolence

I've been baptized in the sunshowers

Sniffing cream soda angel dust & gunpowder

I am beautiful but god don't like ugly so

To other side of the badlands with lovely souls

I am what's left of the murder just a hungry crow

Death is promised so I took the plunge it's funny tho

From Hell I've Resurrected the rebel connected

Telekinetic moving naturally devils respect it

Yes All seven your hell is what I call heaven

I've risen from the abyss but what a fall brethren

I gave my youth to the evils what a sacrifice

When pain is paradise imagine joys of my afterlife

A tortured genius may not be right but I'm what's left

Of frontal lobe damage drugs sex and shadow of death

I'll cry now and laugh last at the vultures flying

Over my culture science and art of ultraviolence

I am the shaman and the warrior the alien

The live giver pain killer barbarian

The stress reliever death conceiver legend man and myth

The Animal the ghost in the machine cyber analyst

Far away from home on the earth I roam

In valley of the shadow of the murder drones

Protected by a higher power this life is ours

From the zygote to die slow in the final hour

The lesser gods blaze the iron counting the cash flow

They stress the wrong hating crying loud but react slow

Come pet the dog waiting lying down in a black hole

The pressure on make a diamond out of my black soul

I stand up worlds on my shoulder feel like dandruff

Handcuffed and peerless the jury's a wretched damn bunch

Prefer to suffer for my brothers who are they to judge us

I won't collapse blood in my eye focused on the justice

Fuck revenge fight another day get bucked again

No trust or friends haunted hunted men it never fucking ends

Grim reaper hoodie down alpha dog battle gods

Ratchet tossed boom trap is off and all that costs

A tortured genius may not be right but I'm what's left

Of frontal lobe damage drugs sex and shadow of death

I'll cry now and laugh last at the vultures flying

Over my culture science and art of ultraviolence

I am the shaman and the warrior the alien

The live giver pain killer barbarian

The stress reliever death conceiver legend man and myth

The Animal the ghost in the machine cyber analyst

Far away from home on the earth I roam

In valley of the shadow of the murder drones

Protected by a higher power this life is ours

From the zygote to die slow in the final hour