yo radiation rap biochemical brutal massacre battlestar galactica speed i move like galaga reopened up force of an army of millions and two knives see the killing of civilians by the billions it s d day we return to life eternal sacrifice hold your holy deeds we supposedly gon turn to ice but memorize the antichrist the coming of the afterlife results in armageddon cause we still ain t get the answers right man and wife babies and animals move mechanical down the path of doom with attitude attack a fool indulging in violence once it explodes in the islands you ll be exposed to the silence no one knows why they re dying the energy is recycled from enemies to disciple this keys is mentioned in bibles the death theory descending the terror end of an era and the world as we once knew it is remembered forever machines take over the earth it s time to fight explore the human race gets wiped out over night it s technological war i m running i m out of breath explore the nucleus there s only one hour left the six headed beast slowly crawls from the seas hit the morgue of deceased while sinners fall to their knees the whole world s at the siege by plagues war and disease feel the gore the warm breeze hordes are haunting to bees shape changers rape strangers the earth s in great danger hell s angels of death kidnap christ from them angels sure end has begun the poison shredding your lungs now you can t scream the damn demon severed your tongue you left headless or hung the four horsemen have come to mutilate the human race all the slaughtered turn to zombies with the hunger they re driven to find their feast on the flesh of the rest of the living the muddy maggots will rise and quickly metamorphosize to the flies and derive plans to eat our demise now the devil s clawed hand tightly hold knives and cut till the end of the world s here mankind is fucked  we bring guns to space like hubbard my thoughts are sparking massacre body parts leftovers for boston market canarsie to marcy with green flesh like a martian biodegradable data clean my tactics are squadron raising your flesh faggot had the face the koresh like fran tarkenton they gave us parkinson s and x no survivors we left you like h r giger hiding the virus like some kind of scientologist pilot like travolta with double life you dogging our semen closet is open transporting azt like caught eight to you zebras billionaires struggle with blood cells and drug placebos crude jerusalem with cult chicks that sent to bowin the commune raised the dirtiest flesh like rose mcgowan four dimensional gore lives the return to saturn cattle mutilation burn like crop circles in marrow 1