Mother said to seize the day. Father said to seize it my own way. VIVA LA DOMINATE. Forever desecrate. Long live the flesh of the rotting christes, and long live the legends that became our vices. A believer turned deceiver turned to living dead. The gear that turns the sacred bullet blowing through my head. Tombstones, ash to the wind, where to begin? All I see is death and all the suffering of my kin. The only way to justify the fire is with the fire, but when you fight back the whip cracks, breaking your back. And now, I can’t deny the sinking feeling, that I’ll be hanging from my ceiling, and just to bring it to a close I close my eyes I hold my nose I hold my breath I pray I choke. Dying legends are resting in the belly of our inner fears. Dying legends, die for him, die for his, laughing on his crucifix. Dying legends need their fix, in their veins, with your blood, 666

Heaven, come down. Prayers will never hide. Heaven, come down. The homicide

Mother said to seize the day. Father said to seize it my own way. God said the sun was a loaded gun, said to shoot the sky down when his days are done. You dying legend