[Intro]
I woke up freezing. It was exactly 3am. 3am is the demonic witching hour. It’s a way for demons to mock the holy trinity. It’s an inversion of 3pm, the miracle hour, which is traditionally accepted as the hour of Christ
[Verse 1: Baker]
Crawl out the pile of dirt from earth
This wondrous child of vile is birthed
Born in this world with the mark of the curse
A scar on my body it shows what I’m worth
Descendent of powerful men
Strong in the mind with the world in his hand
Disgusted by what he sees all of the greed
So Devine is these sinister sons of the damned
Ain’t no words left to be said
Living like I’m already dead
Puffing this sour it rottens my head
Tainted my lungs from smoking this red
When they take a look at me
They think the man that I should be
Judgmental fucks your a disease
You’ll never get the best of me
Big words from a little man
Caught in your feelings you know you can’t stand
How were rising in demand
Bow to the 3 cause we’re taking the land
What is the truth when delusion is heavy
The flow in the stream is corrupted with envy
2faced to me behind back there is many
Can’t trust a soul out to get your last penny
The tribulations bombings and decapitations
What has this world become
The monster we have created
Terror is rising daily tactics are quickly
Fading, is this the end of man
Is this even all worth saving
I woke up freezing. It was exactly 3am. 3am is the demonic witching hour. It’s a way for demons to mock the holy trinity. It’s an inversion of 3pm, the miracle hour, which is traditionally accepted as the hour of Christ
[Verse 1: Baker]
Crawl out the pile of dirt from earth
This wondrous child of vile is birthed
Born in this world with the mark of the curse
A scar on my body it shows what I’m worth
Descendent of powerful men
Strong in the mind with the world in his hand
Disgusted by what he sees all of the greed
So Devine is these sinister sons of the damned
Ain’t no words left to be said
Living like I’m already dead
Puffing this sour it rottens my head
Tainted my lungs from smoking this red
When they take a look at me
They think the man that I should be
Judgmental fucks your a disease
You’ll never get the best of me
Big words from a little man
Caught in your feelings you know you can’t stand
How were rising in demand
Bow to the 3 cause we’re taking the land
What is the truth when delusion is heavy
The flow in the stream is corrupted with envy
2faced to me behind back there is many
Can’t trust a soul out to get your last penny
The tribulations bombings and decapitations
What has this world become
The monster we have created
Terror is rising daily tactics are quickly
Fading, is this the end of man
Is this even all worth saving
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