Doomsday

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