The Crimson Syndicate - My Skin As Archives The Mouth Lyrics

(By Strychnine, The Aftermath, Apokryph & Krownz)

[Chapter I]
I am the mouth, the vessel, the will of ancient beings,
A catalyst of everything better left unnamed and unseen.
The worst possible living thing, Shub-Niggurath
Freed from my shackles of unleash my diabolical wrath.
Monarch in higher planes of existence.
Yet the lowest terrestrial life form of entertainment,
A dire presence, just another rapper, another voice
Whether you might like it or not, it ain't my choice
To make...
I'm puttin' you at least six feet deep, minimal...
Depth for the gravediggaz to extract the minerals,
The lyrical ore, we in charge of the entire disposal chore
Blastin' at the rest of your fam at the f___in' funeral.

[Chapter II]
I've got a guilty conscience; I've swallowed secrets that demand silence
Arm of defiance on the mic, I'll bring you mad violence
A new alliance of hostility is freed
Can't take the life out of me.
Can't shake the thoughts that ache; someone wake me
Break the fake that veils serenity, I embody
All the ills that constantly have plagued humanity
Can't take the life out of me.
And at the end of the day, no one can take away
What I achieved 'cause I did it my way.
J'viens de Montréal, QC; c'est ma réalité,
C't'icitte que j'suis né pis c't'icitte que j'vais crever.

[Chapter III]
You and I, are two opposites of the same doubled-sided coin
Abandoned by both parents and kin, aimlessly wandering
Cursed to roam this scorched earth, seeking and searchin'
This identity called; Nationalism.
Nobody ever died for a f___in' country
Everybody dies 'cause of somebody else's lunacy
Thats the way it is and will always be
Why d'you think I so despise politics and religious beliefs?
Two necessary evils outta the same f___in' medal
Forged outta Black Metal, and bred for one single purpose
A distorted mold, bearing the same tragic role
And stuck in this f___in' hell-hole.

[Chapter IV]
I am the word of wisdom from the evilest kingdom
Whether you like it or not, it ain't my choice to stop
I was born a Death's soldier, everyday it gets heavier,
The scripts of our ancients is the truth of my existence.
The church you praise upon, ain't nothing but a shame
2000 years of lies should glow up your wall of fame
Paintings of murder, descriptions of horror
Let the truth arise, exposing all your errors,
(You stupid m_________er.)
You might not take me seriously but that don't surprise me
We're worthless humans, we think we represent transcendency
When your life can be taken away by me simply
I s___ on destiny and guide you through your insanity.
Look around you fool, your source of strength is nonsense.
How overcoming your demons represent your true essence.
Hypocrisy disables you to question your foundations
Or you're just too naive to look beyond the present moment.

[Chapter V]
Yeah, I got the lips, got the d___, got the m_________in' tricks
To wet all y'all b____es with blood, c__ and p___.
Dirty lyx that you can bang your head and rape to it
Some f___in' nasty s___ flies out of my mouth when I spit.
Yet I'm an artist, a delusional, suicidal arsonist
Depressed as s___, I'm about to kill critics
And I sit real high, upon a throne of rot and filth
Above the sky line, shaping the world as I deem fit.
I wield the word of God, none could defy me
Jessy Custer style, the preacher, yo it's legendary.
I miss the drug abusing, the passion, the pain
That kept me going and left the impression on people that I was sane.
Just pump in some shining in your old tape deck
I strongly suggest that you put the blade at the base of your neck
Take a swig of the whiskey to numb your brain, numb the f___in' pain
And pop a vein, 'till blood gushes and blurs your vision.