It's a matter of time
The ship has long sailed
On your despicable kind
From deep black to impure blue
Not a damn thing left
When the unseeable
Stops whispering through
Watching for so long
Fleeing for quite a while
It's a matter of time
All of that is going, going, gone out of style
I didn't come to share
I didn't come to exchange prose
The objective was simple
Wither their lying, stealing rose

We'll rage across the abysm
Their death and destruction
Fluxing red in the black bull's eyes
And my unholy rain
Thundering from many, many skies

Waxing acronymous.
Don't give a shit, about the letters on your bus
Beige, yellow, perhaps some exotic shade of green
Whatever your sex or relative hue
We're coming for you
It's a matter of time

I am coming for you

total fucking destruction
Is the only satisfaction

It's a matter of time


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