Horus - God Damn

The cloud is hanging over.

Sucking all of us.

Evaporate the red stuff.

Still dead and bone.

A zombie population.

An infectious bunch

Chewing on the legs off

I give a royal shunt.

Taste every swallow

Tied just like a poisoned arrow

My voice Is your toy

It’s Time now for the hand of Horus.

You saw a vulnerable suspect.

Thought you’d cull it fast,

But chowing down on that kind of punk,

is gonna give you a gnarly rash.