Dread Metal

New life and nowhere to go.
It’s like a ticking time bomb ready to blow.
Pick up the pieces and set your watch.
Add a brand new fresh little notch.

This is dread metal.
Grind up your petal.
Feel out, don’t settle.

Cyanide smile in a saren haze.
Stare into the eyes of beelzebubs gaze.
Shot to the arm without a care.
From this day forth I solemnly swear.

This is dread metal.
Grind up your petal.
Feel out, don’t settle.

Prized prat.
Silly child.
Insolent fool.
You crave a psycho ride.
So strike the match.
Light the torch.
Stand out on a precipice porch.
With little tought or regard.
Too busy focused on pulling your right card.
When victory is in your grasp.
You are too busy wanting to shout out your rasp.
It’s why you never gain ground.
Wake up and see you are devoid of sound.

This dread metal.
We are the kings.
Grind up your petal.
Spin your rings.
Feel out, don’t settle.
Or you’ll have no things!