Laying on the floor with a smile on my throat
The bullet holes like polka-dust on my coat
Buried face down with the dick heads of hell
We're coming back
I'm gonna take you as well
While fuckin' sadder with a demon inside
Bite marks will be your daily attire
Can't help but destroy the love and your deepest desires
Angel's wanna save you from a torturous fate
The filthy stench of your existence I hate, ah
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
Phantom in the dead of night
I thrive on their demise
Like manifesting physicality for sight
Blood is but a thing of all I wish to fucking smell
There's not a reason
I'm just looking for the kill
Kill
Bite marks will be your daily attire
Can't help but destroy the love and your deepest desires
Angel's wanna save you from a torturous fate
The filthy stench of your existence I hate, ah
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, 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 spec in the frame of
Multiverse full of hatred and fake love
I stand a 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 the terror, yeah
In the wake of the terror
In the wake of my terror