Serv Asat - Otep

To exterminate the plague soiling my brain

I put the pen to the pad until the madness drains

Cuz words are colossal aggressive not docile

Infectious like a brothel no need to get hostile

Calling all apostles united we stand

They bleeding out they nostrils I’m wicked with hands

Throwing vicious combinations witness devastation

I just fucked your soul annihilation

Feel the sensation tickle & grow

Spreading over your mind & taking control

A noble savage on a rampage war is all that i know

Feeding hungry heads defeating all your heros

Art saves make the pain a weapon you can use

From the moment I wake it rains grenades

So I scribble on the page & reality fades

I walk the Scottish moors with pagans on forest floors

Test the sacraments & conjure up thunderstorms

I hunt with Cernunnos & dance with satyrs

Conquer Rome in a day & battle armored invaders

Infested with ticks this existence is shit

All these traitors in the trees while the napalms drips

Words burn their lips like old roach clips

Holy as I infected by this

Art saves make the pain a weapon you can use

Serv asat

I liberate the devils in my head

Through the paragraphs crafted by my pen

These demons drip on the page

My blind, multi-eyed children of rage

I could’a took a bat to the back of his head

Or dropped a napalm bomb on the bed as she slept

But i split & wrote it down instead

At least now you know who you’re fucking with

I’m sick but I’m free

You’re weak & I’m built for the siege

(Burn)

Art saves make the pain a weapon you can use

Serv asat