Night Spikes

Murdering royalty
Is my only fucking birthright
The torch lights the path that we march at night
I wanna see them all tied up
To the mast of the triple six dreadnaught
I got a spiritual sickness
I didn’t kill god but I killed the witness
The king has met his match
He’s got an itch on his neck
That only a dagger will scratch
They want mountain air
But they’re afraid of heights
They want a metaphor
How about a knife fight
Heads of authority hang decoration
Total fucking freedom is my declaration
Don’t invite me to your nightlife shit
The clubs I like got spikes through it
Your god’s a terrorist
I leap from the parapet
I’m severing the trinity cus I am the cerberus
Seven heads and ten horns
Scarlet beast carved in blasphemous names
I’m sniping from the hip enthralled with pain
No more a spiritual sickness
I did kill god and I fucked the witness
So don’t invite me to your nightlife shit
The clubs I like got spikes through it
All beasts have but one name
So pick your deceiver
Just know when your time comes
I’ll be your usurper