Lyrics
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
My soul to take, My soul to take, I pray the Lord my soul to take
Well the Lord’s gonna catch a fucking break, cause I ain’t have a soul for days
(Verse 1: Murdock)
Lost my soul the day I first poured myself a full cup
Missing church Sunday mornings waking up still drunk
Prayers up to heaven have evolved into hiccups
Now I count my blessings when I get my crucifix sucked
By these virgin Marys or Magdalenes
Receive my body for communion, it’s happening
The bar cut me off, a sin for my phantom limb
Cause you moaning in my ear’s my only catholic hymn
Oh what you thought you knew me? So much you can’t see
You only get the tip of the iceberg every time that we speak
The bottle melts it all together and I feel the heat
And I surrender to aggressor, I accept defeat
That we will always be together in my fantasy
Letting you go, makes me lose my goddamn sanity
Now I’ve become something way more devilish
Spreading my wings, yeah I’m loving these appendages
Are you offended yet? Covered in sweat I bet
This beast knows that he’s sick but I say fuck the vet
While staring death in the eyes like…
I AIN’T READY YET
(Hook)
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
My soul to take, My soul to take, I pray the Lord my soul to take
Well the Lord’s gonna catch a fucking break, cause I ain’t have a soul for days
(Verse 2: Apex the Oppressor)
Goddamn, summoned the beast gone mental
You gonna regret the day you asked me to spit on this track
I bet you
I’m not even angry, just full of apathy, a pathetic excuse for the medical use
of the drugs I abuse
I don’t look back anymore, I done burnt down all them doors
I done bridged the gap between a sociopath and a misanthrope
With a craving to split your head so I can fuck your throat and take a shit
inside your open gaping hole, shit head
Oh bruuuh, your girl look good, is she wet or is that just blood?
Imma get what I came here for, my kind of transportation: Going in to pull a train on my best friend’s little sister, fist her, till the labia blisters
Getting fucked by white men for free, sounds like living in this country
I’ve had these thoughts since the age of seven, we need to talk about Kevin
We need to talk about the poems he’s written on the chalkboard in front of all
of the children
Tried to teach him Christ but he turned the cross upside down and crossed it out and turned religion into rhythm
He likes his friends like he likes his women: DEAD
I am the Dr. Seuss of the Hitler youth, I am the messiah of the school shoot
«Oh my God is this guy a racist?!» Yeah bitch, but at least I hate everyone the
same shit
All the Jews, the gays, the blacks, the whites, the dykes, the Asians though…
they alright
I’m the ember in the gas chamber, telling you to kiss the carcass of your dying
wife
Sell me something that you love like, this the only thing my Momma said I do right
As I sold her straight to a pack of snakes so they could gang rape her
Tied to an epitaph, a stack of religious artifacts
I practice rap, so I could spread disease, it pleases me, it gets me off,
I secretly at night jerk off to a burning cross
And I’m this way for no reason, I’m just hungry, that’s how I kill the game;
Ted Bundy
Charming, disarming, rich. I take pleasure out of gutting your bitch
Hang them up in my room like I am butchering pigs, butt fucking your kids,
if you censor my shit, I am to send you a gift
Go ahead… open it
«No…»
Open the box… I worked hard on that
Hey… relax. I care about you. You’re important to me. Now open the box
WOOOH!
(Hook x2)
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
My soul to take, My soul to take, I pray the Lord my soul to take
Well the Lord’s gonna catch a fucking break, cause I ain’t have a soul for days