Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy War, artist - Diabolic. Album song The Disconnect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warhorse
Song language: English
Holy War |
Here I am on my last breath, I’m about to die |
Prayed to Jesus for some help, he did not reply |
Seems to me Jehovah doesn’t care if I’m alive! |
— Hell nah, your soul’s been occupied by demonic spies! |
— Hold up! |
God, is that you? |
— Yeah, as prophesized |
— I prayed with no response, why? |
— You've been ostracized |
— Yo, what the fuck you mean? |
— Please! |
Have you forgot the lies |
Of all the times you said I don’t exist? |
— Well, I apologize! |
— No, you don’t! |
— Yeah, I do! |
I swear on my mama’s eyes! |
— Why you think she’s going blind? |
— I thought you were on my side! |
— Well, I would’ve been if you could’ve simply swallowed pride! |
— Yo, I did a thousand times! |
— Yeah, for dollar signs… |
Greed mixed with envy of what others got supplied |
— Please, God, I swear I’ll change! |
Can we just compromise? |
— Nah, you don’t qualify! |
— Why? |
— You're a toxic guy! |
If I do, you’ll hit the bar, take twenty shots and drive! |
— No, I won’t! |
— Yes, you will! |
You’ll be in a Honda high |
You’ll be playing with your phone, you’ll hit an icy spot and slide |
You and a SAAB collide, soccer mom inside |
You’ll flee the scene before the cops arrive and she will not survive! |
— Listen, you don’t know shit! |
— Man, you talk a lot of jive! |
All you do is make excuses! |
— All you do is watch our lives! |
You could’ve given me a sign from atop the sky! |
— You chose not to see 'em, too busy being traumatized! |
— Please, God, give me a chance! |
— Aww, now you wanna cry? |
— I'll do anything! |
— That's another one of Bolic’s lies! |
— You're right! |
It’s all a ploy to keep committing homicides! |
— Go to Hell, and be sure to tell Satan God said hi! |
«I'm fighting a holy war in the mental» |
Next stop: Hell. |
Fell from Jehova’s grace |
Access denied, no mercy, close the case! |
Sent below and Saint Peter locked the Golden Gate |
— Hey, Bolic, been a long time, now there’s no escape! |
— Damn, Lucifer, is that you? |
— Yeah, you’re going straight |
Down to H-E-Double Hockey Sticks with me! |
— Hold up, wait! |
— Nah, homie, slow your pace! |
You controlled your fate |
Held accountable for every bad choice you chose to make |
— Man, please, let me explain… — Why? |
You’re a soulless snake |
So I planned eternal torture for you, son, let’s motivate! |
— Shit, I can’t imagine what you had your demons cultivate! |
— You don’t even wanna know what’s about to culminate! |
For example, you’ll get trampled by a race of overweight |
Swollen apes who run your nuts over, wearing roller skates! |
That’ll last a century. |
— Damn, Lu, show restraint! |
— Maybe eventually… — Really? |
— Nah, I’m joking! |
— Great… |
— It could have all been avoided. |
— How so? |
I don’t relate |
— Well, for starters, you just had to show some faith like Joseph Bates |
Reveal your poker face, be real opposed to fake… |
Who am I kidding? |
I love how you promoted hate! |
— What about the voices in my head when I was home awake? |
Were they you? |
Were they ghosts? |
— Those were demons throwing bait |
It’s your own fault you listened! |
— Fuck that! |
No, it ain’t! |
Yo, you set me up! |
— Stop blaming me for those mistakes! |
You still had a choice! |
— No, I didn’t! |
Life’s a total waste! |
I was broke as fuck, smoking dust, selling dope and base |
— Well, remember way back the first time you sold a cake? |
— You mean to Jerome and Blake? |
— Yeah, stupid, those were Jakes! |
Now, remember when you left the scene and patrolmen chase? |
— Yeah, I got away! |
— That was me and there were no complaints! |
— Maybe I should thank you! |
I made it home and smoked an 8th |
Ate some pizza, made Theresa swallow my load and break! |
But wait! |
I know my place, pray to Lord my soul to take! |
Swear to God, I’ll turn this molten lava to a frozen lake! |
— Have it your way, I’ll send you back to Earth where no one’s safe |
— You let me live? |
— Yeah, in a vegetative coma state |
Mothafucka! |
«I'm fighting a holy war in the mental» |