Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Armstrong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bleak Neon
Producer
Lyrics
We have to destroy machines.....
Give it a try, why not?
It's all a balance
From what we do in the shadows
A darker path will drag your ass straight to the gallows
Bruise your balls, too much force
From these loose saddles
And the water's shallow
The well could use a proper gallon
My broken sandals
Make it hard to create a new road to follow
Alone with your candles
As we slew arrows
Pew and tomb of the pharaoh, be careful
Better ask for a mask, it ain't sterile
My words mesmerize the wise, I'm unparalleled
You'll need to ask what's in store for tomorrow
Before you're staring down a fucking gun barrel
Attack, claw, kill, bite. Breath fire. Cities ignite. Gnash, crawl, hate, die. Breath fire. Ignite the skies. (X2)
Technology, institute, gets played like a flute.
Scenario, Calm and furious ,obliterate the surfaces.
Place this inside the furnaces,
Space captain, yes I'm still rapping
taking off in a ship, exploring the galaxy,
A casualty of gamma rays, with great concern,
Lungs firm, while the wheel churns,
Braggadocios, like being open up to the expedition,
a marked position. The mission is conjuring, fission.
Call me Oppenheim, get put in the meat grinder,
Atomic future, powering your computer,
Super radiation, I hope your station has enough room to breath,
Still bombing with uncommon,
get your head twisted like motherfucking Ramen,
Written by: Anthony Armstrong
