Impending Doom

By Feared

On Furor Incarnatus

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Yeah, you're calling out my name

For something divine

So idiotic, it's so pathetic

You think I care?

No, you're in to deep

Too late for you now

No one can save you

No one will help your sorry ass

You won't get my mind

Lingering through lines

Sane your mental kind

Wake up friend you're mine

You've crossed the line

Impending doom

Hey, stop fooling yourself

This is the end of the line

Someone will judge your crimes

But it will not be me

You've crossed the line

Impending doom

End of the line

So you're crying now?

Cold, low, rising up again…

Lies, Satan forgiving you