WORLD GONA DIE

Boots in the mud, smoke in my lungs. Ash in my teeth and time beat the drums. Yeah. Black flag whipping on a rusted pole. Skulls on the dash, I'm collecting tolls. Clock hit zero, but we still march on. Prayers turn dry, every saint long gone. Grin like a blade on a dead man's throat. Carve my name in the gas mask coat. Whole sky bleedin' red, dust in my drink. Angels wept, missing devils in the chain of command. Thank God. March to the last sun. Last sun. Devil in the front line callin' for A head count. Head count. Run on fire but we still bounce. Still bounce. Laugh in the smoke when the lights Go out. March to the last sun. Last sun. Boots hit the dirt 'til the sky Falls down. If it's all gonna end, then we Wild right now. If it's all gonna end, then We wild right now. Gas can clickin' in a blood red trunk. Teeth made of gold, heart made of junk. Gray. Smile through the sirens, dance in the haze. Calendar done, I'm on overtime days. Barbed wire halo crooked on my head. Feast at the crater like a banquet of the Dead. You hear chains when I step on stone. Graveyard choir on a old flip phone. Bring hands up. Face down, feel the ground shake. Shake. Who gon' save you when the guns sound Great? Black rain drippin' off the bone-white gates. We already lost, so there's nothing left to break. Hands up, face down, let the sky split. Sky split. If hell wants smoke, we ride with It. Sun burned out but the beat still hit. If the world gotta die, we gon' ride with It. Ride. Ride, ride, ride, ride, Ride, ride, ride, Ride, ride.