So Grim So True So Real

I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have become The resurrection of the evil one You know that I don't fucking care if I live or die! Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see Ain't got respect for humanity Never lived or wanted immortality The reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path Every day I'm getting battered up until I bleed You motherfuckers just leave me be You never gave me a cure for the pain I feel inside Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I don't give a fuck if you hate me Led by the reaper I walk in the night Show me the way to your kingdom come I believe in Armageddon Baptized in alcohol Embodiment of anti-Christ I'm living for my own demise --- So Grim So True So Real - One Man Army and the Undead Quartet