That look on your face
It’s like you never heard “no” before
This must be hard for you
I understand but let’s be clear
You’ll never get another chance
To light the match.
I know that this means war now
It’s on, it’s on
Keep your enemies dead
And dance upon their graves
You make me sick.
It’s like a primitive form of hate.
This is my opus
And I’m swinging for the fucking fences
Reap what you sow, reap what you sow
Reap what you sow, and choke on it.
I’ll see you in Hell.
If there is one
I’ll see you in Hell.
You crossed the line
So then we had to move the line
And you found your way
Back to it quickly
Then you leaned all the way in
Premeditated, caught red handed
There was nothing left to save you.
And the bottom fell out.
I suppose that I should’ve known,
That the road that I chose was the less chosen road,
oh well.
It was clear that I’d need to steer,
this overdue wreck into traffic my dear,
oh well.
You can keep all your curses and swallow your tongue,
you did what you did and you did it for fun,
oh well.
I’ll see you in Hell.
I’ll see you in Hell, if there is one.
Ukrainian band The Nietzsche pair blistering 100-ton hard rock riffs with arena-scraping melodies in these volcanic songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 6, 2022