Turn the Volume Up (Alastor) Rustage (Ft. McGwire)

[Intro: McGwire]
I swear, I testify
It's not all just black and white
I'll find a better life
Just give the hand a shake
You hate me, get in line
We're braced for better times
Just keep your head up high
And get up out my way

[Verse 1: Rustage]
Yeah, mic's on, one, two and the check's done
Showtime, ain't no need for a test run
New coat, new stains, and some fresh blood
Birds of a flock, they go mad for the breadcrumbs
Our poison's poured 'till we get drunk
Gon' learn where the chains on their neck from
Bring the bloodshed back like it's redrum
Radio static, that's a tune that the dead hum
They all loving me, tuning in to my messages
Phasing them out like doublespeak, misremember their etiquette
Deal in souls like it's currency, I'm removing their vestiges
Listening to the summaries, and learning who the Devil is
You don't wanna bet on it
Leaving husks of men until the hope inside is derelict
Turning up the volume, so the sound you hear is deafening
Knock-knock-knock, when you hear 'em, then you let him in
Hide another skeleton, my closet's getting larger
Listen to the audience, they're canning all the laughter
Son another heretic, so listen to your father
Way I move like Reddit - I'm delivering 'em karma
I'm not a saint or a martyr, pray to your masters
Question my role, and then gave them the answer
They're not the snakes that I'm after
Broadcast their Hell, and then asked them to rate the disaster