3 A.m. Lyrics

Baker

Crawl out the pile of dirt from earth
This wondrous child of vile is birthed
Born in this world with the mark of the curse
A scar on my body it shows what I'm worth
Descendent of powerful men
Strong in the mind with the world in his hand
Disgusted by what he sees all of the greed
So Devine is these sinister sons of the damned
Ain't no words left to be said
Living like I'm already dead
Puffing this sour it rottens my head
Tainted my lungs from smoking this red
When they take a look at me they think the man that I should be
Judgmental f*cks your a disease
You'll never get the best of me
Big words from a little man
Caught in your feelings you know you can't stand
How were rising in demand
Bow to the 3 cause we're taking the land
What is the truth when delusion is heavy
The flow in the stream is corrupted with envy
2faced to me behind back there is many
Can't trust a soul out to get your last penny
The tribulations bombings and decapitations
What has this world become
The monster we have created
Terror is rising daily tactics are quickly
Fading
Is this the end of man is this even all worth saving

Hydra

Wake up This nightmare it aint over yet
Come follow me to hell

The devil is waiting to make you his child
So ready your self for pain and death
Recognize your fate
Bite the curb until it breaks
But don't be nervous
Soon the taste of blood will
Start to feed your hatred
Your first assignment after conversion
Go on and kill that priest
Hes been raping the children of innocent
Now he will die and be merged with his demon
Justifiable murder is part of the evil inside every person
So choose to feed upon the corpse of all that's worthless let it set you free

I've been for waiting for too long
Someone let me out
I am the serpent the slithering death
No one can stop me now

I'm coming to get you barbara watch your back
You shoulda never f*cked around
And cheated on your spouse
You knew that this was happen

The covenant raises a cup in your name
As they dance in the light of the moon
The cauldron of poison is slowly prepared
And youll drink it to find the illusion
And there ill be waiting
Sharpening tools ill be using to battle your rudeness
I am the lesson that needs to be learned
You will never escape from the truth

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