Night Spikes - Thief

Murdering royalty

Is my only fucking birthright

The torch lights the path that we march at night

I wanna see them all tied up

To the mast of the triple six dreadnaught

I got a spiritual sickness

I didn’t kill god but I killed the witness

The king has met his match

He’s got an itch on his neck

That only a dagger will scratch

They want mountain air

But they’re afraid of heights

They want a metaphor

How about a knife fight

Heads of authority hang decoration

Total fucking freedom is my declaration

Don’t invite me to your nightlife shit

The clubs I like got spikes through it

Your god’s a terrorist

I leap from the parapet

I’m severing the trinity cus I am the cerberus

Seven heads and ten horns

Scarlet beast carved in blasphemous names

I’m sniping from the hip enthralled with pain

No more a spiritual sickness

I did kill god and I fucked the witness

So don’t invite me to your nightlife shit

The clubs I like got spikes through it

All beasts have but one name

So pick your deceiver

Just know when your time comes

I’ll be your usurper