Wipe out

Way out

Stupid atrocity

Cut out

Far out

Esprit de cour

Get off

Too much

Here come baton again

Get out

Conquer the mine

X out

X out

Kill evil overlord

X out

X out

Empty the trash

X out

X out

Nothing worth saving thats laid hand or word to the bowels of time

Various passage ways

Breaking the famous vase

And you make no mistake

Theres no way out

The sounds of the battle meant

Bloody bones rattle them

Screaming and screaming let me out

Desporting and flaring the sounds of an alien

Wailing and wailing let me out

Yon espra politics and for thip suda pod

In the year 663 you came here you were looking for pussy and money and war

Then the war came and its not just a game and they make you kill people hey thats what its for

Then the streets that had been fun start to run with blood and the guts of the friends you won't meet

And you want to feel like its your fault but it also feels like you have no agency can't you see?

In the year 664 you abhor what you once found fulfilling and easy and kind

In fact the only pleasure you now revel in is taking acid and losing your mind

I'm a spirit with a secret gift of hearing all the thoughts and wishes of the killers rapists and the damned

And i can tell you with impunity the things they want are uglier than anything that you and i could ever have imagined

Its not just that they're criminal i mean they're evil man there evil

So in their heads they are kids playing sticks just pretend

Obla di obla da words will end death sentence

'Cept the hand that beats you is still your friend

666 the year of murder disease

Isn't it so funny that men can't be free

In the end the mountain explodes the nation

Good bye!

Welcome to hell world just stay

You forfeit all your right to judge it

And go straight to the mine with you

Suffer

I was just thinking how malicious

It'd be to make you say all your wishes

But i guess it defeats the purpose

Thats more like it

Bite the hand despite everything all that

I can't believe that you thought hell would be a better match

I can't believe that you thought death would be an easy pass

I can't believe that i caught you and johnny doing math

I don't think these numbers add

Shut the fuck up

Close your eyes and baton down the hatch

Oh god i'm free at last

Beat you with a billy club a rod a twig a piece of wood

Ill hit you in your pretty face just let me get my evil staff