Thibaut Narme - Hostile/Take Over lyrics

MISSION STATEMENT: To own your souls To pawn your bodies for a ride To have them, in all of my whips And snap your moral into the mechanical beating 8-o-8! Yeats mode ‘Shroom-popping granny comes to cheer for me on a Monday And the whole cave burps on [sic] – ‘are you okay?' Join the move 'fore I leave your cadaver bleached out Hung up in my white room, exhibits supremacy And I'm not here for tokens: I want the whole of you You thought– and now, you're wrong Cause I come from far and I drive alone You wanna join 'fore you trespa** Shotgun a tomb and ride the right a** Still bopping, you've built me a pantheon To store all the fame I'm edging on To stack all the femmes I'm birthing from To shadow the schooling I grew upon To prove who was wrong And what you lusted in me in the first place Is exactly what you've always missed Your lack of soul is exactly why you sought my hell And funnily you keep on asking more So I keep me coming – on that face of yours! So stay still, steady, jiggy, ‘cause I prey upon You!