Death Charge (feat. Marc Zelli)

Fuck your fucking 8-string fuckin' guitar that fuckin' plays all that fuckin' Joshua Travis shit 'cause you think you love fuckin Darko, ooo, I'm fuckin', the boss of Darko
You ain't fuckin' shit bro

Simply
The moment, you're the master of your fate
Master of your hate shine against your face

For the Sun to return
You must master self-immolation
This is
When you will learn

It's so hard
Being in this skin
Always feeling some type of shit

Up, up, up, I think I've had enough
A factor of God
A factor of God
Up, up, up, I think I've had enough
But what if the feelings are not

Simply magnificent
The moment, you're the master of your fate
Master of your hate shine against your face

I wanna locate the
Fucking to it
Fucking
Take your fucking mystery

Watching and tossing by myself
I'm simply telling myself all the time that
Any fucking thing
Looked into the mirror
Demons cause they talk to me
Every single fucking thing
Talking about the same things over again until they fucking

It's the second wind
It's the reckoning
It's realizing we're divine when flawed
It's the second wind
It's the reckoning
It's realizing we're divine when flawed
It's the second wind
It's the reckoning
It's realizing we're divine when flawed
(Divine when flawed, divine when flawed)

Up, up, up, I think I've had enough
A factor of God
A factor of God
Up, up, up, I think I've had enough
But what if the feelings
But what if the feelings are not

Fuck it up!