Armed For Apocalypse Happy Our (disciple Of Death) Lyrics

Have a black heart
(Fall off) I need suffering, I need reckoning

Clip your own wings
(Mayday) I crave misery, for it gives me the fuel I need

Sell yourself short
(Whore) I'm done, I'm always done

Weak, flawed, wasted!

It hurts, this way of living
And you think it's natural!

The pressure is mounting (the pressure is mounting)
Disciple of death!
Viscera turns to stone (viscera turns to stone)
Disciple of death! Bow before the throne
Worshiper of illusions
Viscera turns to stone

It hurts (hurts!)
This way of living

(Oh!)

And you think it's natural!

Dead is dead is real
Your black heart is mine

Now is here is gone
Patient misery is inevitability

Life is alive here
Racing toward the end (racing toward the end)

Eat our black heart!

Eat our heart!
Aaahhh! (2x)