Doomsday Lyrics

Take the late train, use the left lane

Make the face that all is normal

Be the cold one, keep the head straight

Fear the man who craves the end of days

Witness the fate of your state, it's kinda shocking

But I rock it and unlock it when I get up on a topic

Hypnotic tonics that rot to the core of your logic

Demonic products that punch through the floor like a comet

And honest vomit that pours through my jaws like an exorcism

Flex a rhythm, spit some lyrics

Now you're infected with them

Get you feeling a better feeling, I'm ever willing to be the villain

If it means I give the children an opinion beyond religion

It's beyond precision

Ink spilling from my quill and the pot that I dip in

And slip in insipid ripples to tickle the top of the tip in

Grip on the bottle I nip on just a tipple to get me thinkin'

Sick of drinkin'

Sick of bein' on the brink and always feelin' like I'm sinkin'

So here's the thing, before I get up on some sad shit, I'm mad, kid

It rises in my chest when I ad lib

Hit the pad, and man I'm scratchin' like a lunatic

The hubris, I'm new to this, but doin' it like Cerberus

The three heads spittin' ruthless, ludicrous

Move to this, cos I'm givin' you the rudiments

The piece to the puzzle, the fuckin' key to the lock

Cos man I feast on the muzzle when the trigger is cocked

Click, bang, splat, figure that the bigger the glock

The nearer the secondhand ticks as it clicks on the clock

Tick, tock

Take the late train, use the left lane

Make the face that all is normal

Be the cold one, keep the head straight

Fear the man who craves the end of days

It's half past we're fucked this world is unjust

Nothin' pure about it, in fact it's heavily cut

Can you endure the toxins as they mix and combust

That ash, dust and rust, better mask up and adjust

Constructed tyranny, and development of terrifying weaponry

The better the offense, the quicker the victory

Welcome to apocalypse now

We're cuttin' choppers down authority has lost the crown

And hounds are set loose on a relentless pursuit

Only the villain is willing to live in and fit in a modern day hell

Flames scorch and consume, that horrible smell

Of death that pollutes the roots

And rots your fruits, your boots have got to move

Or your foot you're gonna lose

Melt into ooze when the black flames consume you

This is fight club 24-7

Where the media decide to ignite more tension

Where governments try to vie for your attention

Designed for the oppression conspire towards detention

And you're just another fly stuck in a sinister web

Check, take bets or flex, the next step is death

Unless we defect, be next to infect

The mental connects, the brethren we protect

And inflict with our inflection till the rebels get an edge

Teeter on the brink or throw ourselves off the ledge

Take the late train, use the left lane

Make the face that all is normal

Be the cold one, keep the head straight

Fear the man who craves the end of days

Take the late train, use the left lane

Make the face that all is normal

Be the cold one, keep the head straight

Fear the man who craves the end of days