Bedlam - Blood Red lyrics

(Madness) The candles are lit once again in the shape of a pentagram I'm drainin the crys, the souls lost, and can't damn The evil, the wicked, the madness will make me understand The end of technology, god and civilization The cloning of demons as my blood pours on the Ouija board No heaven, no hell, no god, no lord Will this baby abort as the red rain pours Manufactured emptiness by hoardes with unhealing swords Now youre taking the hell ride busting down hells doors The bodies bust up from below rippin up my floors In the end for me, I see insanity But I'm free of religion, laws and society Spontaneous combustion condensing conduction ma** communication Feel the amplitude of ba** pump through your speakers operation Step into my f**in brain, demons drinkin, s** and drain My life will never be the same yall posers need to leave the game I hear some things in my head, I see the streams are blood red I speak the words of the dead, condem this life that I've lead I've seen the bible written, I see our styles been bitten I see your rhymes rewritten, suicide is by decision (Prozak) Apocolyptic when I'm kickin flows wicked self inflected 9mm to my brain in the rain, realize that my life is a blood stain Everybody gotta die, everybody dead... flashbacks of life on my d**h bed Thou shall not k** thats what the bible says, do as thou will thats, what the devil says Goin insane, everyday the same thing, screamin "f** pain!" much pain in the rap game k** a minute gain a minute, sloppy seconds, already been up in it Prozak, devils mack, devils own Quit bitin my flow, go and get your own Always in the zone like the underground flown Keep talkin sh** get your mother f**in head blown Off, k** your a** at all costs Homicidal whack emcees like the holocaust My blood, k** me and my boss Mine enemies gonna learn about loss In this game, never trust no one Live my the raps, die by the guns Hell defied and it's just begun Bedlamites Rize and the rising sun Insane since birth, child abuse Paid mad time, paid mad dues Got nothing to lose much to gain f** the fame enemies engulfed in flames Its all the same when the wicked sh** blows your brains Hear the click from the Glock now you can't maintain Now you dead and gone cuz you a punk a** b**h Tryin to talk sh** with your whack a** kid I hear some things in my head, I see the streams are blood red I speak the words of the dead, condem this life that I've lead I've seen the bible written, I see our styles been bitten I see your rhymes rewritten, suicide is by decision