Bring it the fuck on!
Boy, it's a reality check, ka-ching, you gotta face it
Went too far on your quest but skipped the basics
Hands in the honey pot, sub-zero production
Fast food knowledge and brain cells reduction
We got no borders, no walls, currency unites us
Supremacy habits are choking our throats, political bigots inciting violence
Common goals and knowledge got lost in this translation
So, buckle up, bitches and face retaliation
Face extermination!
Fagets and Muslims, eastern crooks, pimps and criminals
Out in force to corrupt our souls ethereal
Swarming like killer bees and infecting like bacteria
Locking jaws down our flesh like a pit bull terrier
Here some clichés sending the West in a state of panic
Some geographical, some is chromatic
And flocks end up following tracks in ways dogmatic
(Resenting the laws in ways automatic)
Godspeed to worries that make your guns steal lives
Godspeed to wardens that nuke the trail of your pride
All hail the death we ride
For Pops Whitebeard we cry, we live and we die
For what glitters and flickers we bicker, sickened with lies
But you keep your faith son
I know you hustle and bustle, bedazzled you nestle and hassle inside your fuckin' sandcastle
Got Heaven's number? No 112 to dial
For the Geezer Almighty s-seems so fuckin' hostile and vile
The paybacks, the plagues, the blood of the Nile
The yellow brick road that makes your journey worthwhile
Gimme your best, son
Show me what you're made of
Ready for battle, soldier?
credits
from Nihil Ultra,
released February 23, 2022
Written & arranged by Fyeld and Hristo Simeonov.
Lyrics by Hellbobz.
Recorded, engineered, mixed and mastered by Plamen Penchev at Loud-Fi Studio and Sofia Session Studio, Sofia, Bulgaria.
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