Voices of Apocalypse - Slaine

The Devil here he comes, lurkin in the drums

Workin with the music he’s a serpent with his tongue

Snake up in the grass who’s as merciless as him

I am of none, nobody else, no one

Percocets and rum, circle him and run

The lion’s out his cage and the circus isn’t done

It’s only just begun, I’m in a dark place

There’s somethin in my blood that’s makin my heart race

… I think I’m goin crazy

Keep thinkin people wanna grave me, body me

Probably mean, this insanity is gonna swallow me

Forget it you don’t understand man you don’t follow me

Some people wanna see me dead

That’s why I keep a .45 under my bed

There’s no sun, just rain and thunder instead

Look what this sick world has to done to my head!

Do you see what I see when you go to sleep?

Devils in your head, angels underneath the sheets

Voices of apocalypse are tangled in your speech

THERE’S A WAR~!

Ain’t nobody anglin for peace

The burgundy’ll calm me, murdered by your mommy

Five hundred for the suction up in her dirty punani

Whole world lost their way, 30 tsunamis

Buildings knocked from the force of 32 armies

Apocalypse is comin, rocket ships are hummin

Gangster motherfuckers who are poppin clips and gunnin

Crackheads rollin on you get your pocketbooks and run 'em

So are we to believe that this Jesus is comin?

The people want religion, their religion’s money

It isn’t funny, liquor got me sick to my tummy

Dunny, look around, don’t be a dummy

Probably never see it if you don’t see it from me

If some bleed we all bleed — this curse isn’t right

Because it’s bad every day but it’s worse in the night

It’s why I stay high and I curse into mics

Cause death is the only thing certain in life