The Problem with Apocalyptic Tyranny

Lyrics for The Problem with Apocalyptic Tyranny

I reign from Hell above, As Heaven burns below. Apocalypta. "Let me paint you a picture;" Prepare to die on your fucking knees. You were born a swine, I was born a king. Every human in this world is a waste of air. Thy kingdom come; your fucking end. As above, so below; All the worlds are burning. Mortal all, all divine has come to save you from your Pain and suffering you had when you were alive. All those opposed - prepare to die. Let the mortals sing - who will save us Let the mortals sing - who betrayed us? Arrogance brings upon an end; God's wrath in a clenched fist. The fury of the kill measures God and man. When I kill, no God is above Me. The fury of the kill measures you and I; Fuck you, no you're not above Me. Wretched tongues snake their way across the pavement, Licking at the heels of false Gods screaming for atonement. As your vessel erupts, a steeple burns. I can't help but laugh and mock you in your final moments. Let the mortals sing - who will save us Let the mortals sing - who betrayed us? I'm taking back my throne, let the people know There's a new God in town. Prepare to die as Heaven burns below. I know the words I say won't hold much meaning, 'Cause you will never understand that every moment's fleeting. Go talk with God; tell me what he says besides "who sent you?" Tell him his Son is back, and his Heaven's dead. 'Cause I reign from Hell above as your Heaven burns below. Fuck you. I'm deranged, enraged, I'm crashing through your Pearly Gates. All that's left is Gloom All that's left is Me.