Oak God - Century

Commence your cryostate self-preservation

While I waste away in the landfill you’ve claimed before my home

I would blow out my brians, I would choke my own heart

To clean your soaking dust from the soles of my boots

And speaking of souls, how much is left of your spiritual side, you ungrateful

fucks?

I know you’ll be dead long before I’m gone

But I’ll spit on your grave with every single song

You better do it if it pays the rent, dick

Cause you don’t even know what you consider sacred anymore

We’re called to duty by our weapons contracts

And front the bills to be locked up in a jail cell

In two hundred years they’ll thaw me out

Pack me up and ship me off so I can fight their war

I’ll catch a bullet in the neck and return to the states

But not before they confiscate my fucking shoes at the airport

From the wolves all seated adjacent

Lights out

Lights out, motherfucker

Can you see me?

I’m coming

Lock your fucking doors cause I’m bringing hell

I finally found the sun tonight

But she died long before we burned away the sky

And years will pass us by, our truth becomes our lie

We were so wrong to believe at all

But now we know

She’ll find her way back to the light

Find her way back to the light, and quietly begin again

She’ll sing her song again

And years will pass us by, our truth becomes our lie

We were so wrong to believe at all

I got one more for you

Clean up that fucking mess that you made in the gulf

You think I’m buying this shit for nothing?

I need to poison myself in that ocean

We got a price on our heads, so thank god for the deficit