Suave Apocolypse

We threaten the skies with our maniacal ascension What's up is us now *****es, so I really hope you're listenin' Irrational twitches and sharp women get the skin to stiffen Drink everything in the vacinity Until your stream of pee is nothing but the blood and limbs of your enemies We keep on our feet Quick step Pitter patter Stab us with your steely knives but you know it doesn't matter More voices dance in the dome than the ****ing Mad Hatter The arterial spray says it all The proverbial writing on the wall You picked up the phone but you'll never get to call Our ruckus is suave And will bring to fruition the fall of it all