Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Titanomachy, artist - Ingested. Album song Revered by No-One, Feared by All, in the genre Date of issue: 11.01.2015
Record label: Siege Of Amida
Song language: English
Titanomachy |
| Rising from the ashes of a decimated legacy |
| We’ll never be, couldn’t be, what you wanted us to be |
| Tried and tested, disrespected, always underestimated |
| Cast aside, well fuck your pride piss on your graves and where you fucking died |
| Ripping through the womb of a lethargic, bloated, dying mother |
| Left to fester, no placenta, born a bastard and dissenter |
| Forced to watch as lesser brothers gained the favour of foul mother |
| Our wings were tore before we had the chance to prove that we could soar |
| Lied to my face, callous embrace |
| Your medicine, now how’s that taste? |
| Maces, faces, leave no trace if you’re the kings, we’re the aces |
| Stir the pot, parting shot, do I care? |
| Probably not |
| Little liars leech vampires, waste of piss to calm your petty fires |
| You don’t know a good thing you’ve got until its gone |
| You have no place here I make my own luck |
| I could watch the world burn around me and I still wouldn’t give a fuck |
| Lied to my face, callous embrace |
| Your medicine, now how’s that taste? |
| Maces, faces, leave no trace if you’re the kings, we’re the aces |
| Stir the pot, parting shot, do I care? |
| Probably not |
| Little liars leech vampires, waste of piss to calm your fires |
| Third time I’m lucky, three times the charm, I’m in the middle where the storm |
| is calm, now I am dangerous, now I am armed, don’t get this twisted I do mean |
| you harm |
| No one will cry when your blood has been spilled I’m not playing you cunts this |
| is kill or be killed |
| I’m a bastard, an orphan, denied by creator |
| If I am a God then you’ll meet your Un-maker |
| The sickest motherfucker, you’ve ever seen, the carnage I’ll cause, |
| the world will not believe |
| I’d wipe the slate clean, and shatter the dream, destroy any trace where your |
| foul flesh, has been |
| Decisions decisions, I’ll make my incisions |
| I’ll slice them and dice them with expert precision your lazy derision, |
| has caused this |
| Division, now I’m to bend over, assume the position? |
| FUCK THAT! |
| Six years! |
| Sick fears! |
| But hailed as a messiah! |
| Not respected just rejected, misdirected and neglected |
| Shunned by all, well fuck you all, opposing me? |
| Expect to fall |