Hardcore Knights - Spirit Of Darkness lyrics

No tambourine-beating Deacon, is freaking my seed, every weekend, as long
As I'm breathing
They parachuted in, Started shooting men, Recruited by Jim
Shut up!
Fuck you, fuck you!

Fuck you! [2x]

In a bed of thorns, surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten, a mouse of men, grafted vultures, lacking oxygen
Every night I dreamed I saw ghosts, babies crying, favourite uncles dying, Mom's trying, Pops lying
Mom's going across his head with a frying pan
Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam
Now my man stands six feet deep in a box, covered with sand
Tears are dropping, droppin' off

Grabbed Nicole and threw her in
To the trunk, She was that close to drinking the punch
And realized, false prophets lead to suicide

Fuck you! [?x]
Shut up!
Fuck you!