Apostle Of Hustle Energy Of Death
In the rhythm of this song,
Well we drink, we f..cking fight when we bring it on
Prayer, that somber hymn
Sir too
Well your lips are already moving you know what to do
Far from wasted it's like he's so devout
There's a waterfall of sewage from his mouth
You, children of this dying earth
Our posessions and our money have no worth
All the gods are driving us in ways
We do not understand
All the gods are driving us in ways
We do not understand
Do not understand
Calm the south: a drug, a deep memory
Well we vowed to end our mother's misery
A wind that fills the world with bitches breath
You know that it's called the "energy of death"
