dark riders
swollen members
born in fire built in this empire
cant get no higher or stop my desire
we be pullin all nighters
never see us perspire building this empire
blow the fuck out the insubordinate
blow the court at the plan can't change the coordinates
on course threatened by force
murder in a minute then its mission accomplished
corner the confused then stomp with my accomplice
and still remain the most vain in this chain of commandments
branded its the beast this is mad child unleashed
god bless the masterpiece one sinner within the peace
sound with a demented twist
bent but the insentive is inventiveness
man come on i spent the went on this
made the whirlwind of the experimentalists
have fun ridin the same bus that i used to take
chemical weapons specialist is here to diffuse
that shit you call the bomb because thats yesterdays news
born in fire built in this empire
cant get no higher or stop my desire
we be pullin all nighters
never see us perspire building this empire
metamorphin their bodies to pixel
tryna lose me cuz they know i go for gristle
this will eventually run its natural course
and the weasels who ram-skin in the house of the lords
the cannon-ball crushin misguided angel
bent on performence in the symbol of our label
the cradle to the grave and so fourth
you've heard other speaches by those breaching the default
i've sworn allegiance to the league of striking lightning
we fall when we choose and confuse you with patterns
the legend of the two who induced you like dragons
we strike like swooping gargoyles of saint catherine
im taking parts of hard earned parts unimagined
when lacking a variety of guidance
the good ones die young and dive in to the silence
born in fire built in this empire
cant get no higher or stop my desire
we be pullin all nighters
never see us perspire building this empire
of getting caught up in the moment
and having to be on the recieving end of my orbit
acts as light and dark passage
and guides me passed the sticks
promoting collasping lungs and charcoal tablets
the howling wolfpack who dwells in outgoing maddness
cage driven in rage livin in vains of access
engage the driven and incisions are the process
check the flipside of the coin
words rip right through ya skull tucked inside the storm
its hard to hide if your warm
predators that feed off flesh to make ends meat
conquer all my challenges by reaching within
then mad child leaves with the screech of the wind
born in fire built in this empire
cant get no higher or stop my desire
we be pullin all nighters
never see us perspire building this empire