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• Written by GregStone
Got a bit of Crystal, pop it in the bowl like a pistol
Counting digits faster than a fiscal in Bristol
Vinyl, get this shit spinning like a record
Cause I'm like the weather yeah I'm bringing the shitstorm
But you ain't never felt winds like these
Cold as ice, sacrifice as I refuse to cease
You'll get blown of your feet and swept to your knees
Where you'll lay there and freeze, minus twenty degrees
Yeah, but that ain't no way to go
So I'll heat you up and dig you out of the snow
Leave you disintegrated and then decimated
While I stand here and tell the whole world "I made it"
Do you deserve it? Who fucking cares
I'm the monster you fear, yeah I'm bringing nightmares
I'm destroying your god so just go say your prayers
And wind up in a hole cause no one fucking cares
I told you when you tried to challenge me
It would be the last thing you did, actually:
Maybe the second last thing, cause before your death
I'd approach you, I'd break you, steal your final breath
Then I'd walk away watch as you melt into flesh
Now you know how I feel there's no time to confess
I had warned her you charmed her you left her a mess
Now she sits there alone and she cannot express
The love that she feels she just tries to suppress
Now the hatred's the only thing she can possess
And while you might consider her fate a success
I'm coming right at you like the last move in chess
Now I'm ripping your heart from your chest
Then I put it in jail like cardiac arrest
Break your spine in two leave you unable to move
Or to process emotion internal abuse
Make you feel the pain that you inflicted in her
And the suffering you gave, now see how it hurts
Makes you want to tear out every last fucking nerve
Till you feel nothing: now you got what you deserve
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GregStone
Member since June 24 2016