Serv asat 

To exterminate the plague soiling my brain 
I put the pen to the pad until the madness drains 
Cuz words are colossal aggressive not docile 
Infectious like a brothel no need to get hostile 
Calling all apostles united we stand 
They bleeding out they nostrils I'm wicked with hands 
Throwing [bad word] witness devastation 
I just [bad word] your soul annihilation 

Feel the sensation tickle & grow 
Spreading over your mind & taking control 
noble savage on a rampage war is all that i know 
Feeding hungry heads defeating all your heros 

Art saves make the pain a weapon you can use 

From the moment I wake it rains grenades 
So I scribble on the page & reality fades 
I walk the Scottish moors with pagans on forest floors 
Test the sacraments & conjure up thunderstorms 
I hunt with Cernunnos & dance with satyrs 
Conquer Rome in a day & battle armored invaders 

Infested with ticks this existence is [bad word] 
All these traitors in the trees while the napalms drips 
Words burn their lips like old roach clips 
Holy as I infected by this 

Art saves make the pain a weapon you can use 

Serv asat 

I liberate the devils in my head 
Through the paragraphs crafted by my pen 

These demons drip on the page 
My blind, multi-eyed children of rage 

I could'a took a bat to the back of his head 
Or dropped a napalm bomb on the bed as she slept 

But i split & wrote it down instead 
At least now you know who you're [bad word] with 
I'm sick but I'm free 
You're weak & I'm built for the siege 

(Burn)

Art saves make the pain a weapon you can use 

Serv asat