Trifixion - The Last Apocalypse

Presenting this annihilation
It's what you came here for
We want the same thing

What we bleed
What we need
What we see thru

Defecation makes the suffering
Hard to breathe thru

We feed from the entrails of sodomists

We proceed to destroy without consequence
Life prelates this testament to bloodshot reality
No need for knives to cut this throat
I bleed it dry three months ago
All that's leftis dry and cold

Dry and cold

The slaughter of the believer
Will justify my disease
On this shit-hole

A presence for the light
You never showed me
No pity for the weak No rest for you motherfucker

Point your finger at the sky
And ask your God what time to die
Will he answer your last prayer
Or will he just reflect and stare

Your God has failed for the last time
On this experiment
On this rapture

Did you think we were worth saving
Never understanding what you're designed for
Now your eyes are torn from your head
And you see the truth of the matter
You're just built to see what happens
Like a motherfucking Peta Dish Virus

Point your finger at the sky
And ask your God what time to die
Will he answer your last prayer
Or will he just reflect and stare

Point your finger at the sky
And ask your God what time to die
Will he answer your last prayer
Or will he just reflect and stare