I lost my youth tryna be you king when you were starving for fame like a substance fiend
Your cult is dead and your reign is over
So keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Consider this a rebirth of sorts
I've risen from the grave to settle old scores
Your sclera fade to black
Your heart turns to stone
The sin of death escapes hour skin enough to wilt a rose
All the promises of glory that you made to me will have you burned at the stake for heresy
I held the apple in my hand but you were never my tree to grow
You want my loyalty well honestly you're f*cked
The schemer you sought out to be has broken all my trust
Now at the end of the day it will be you on your knees begging to God that you had never f*cking met me
Make peace with your maker and say your prayers
Hell Isn't Empty but you'll fit in there
I stood in your shadow when you were scared of the shade
I'll consume your soul as you collapse under the weight