"Epiphany" lyrics
DVRST & OSTAVITSLED Lyrics
OSTAVITSLED
DVRST
See I worship devil shit to keep the demons in my head
Close my eyes and now I'm sweatin', tossin', turnin' in my bed
Making homicides, demons fly as I increase my high
Satan now appears but just in shadow and it's time to ride
Slowly rub my eyes to clear my head cause I'm not seein straight
Lucifer repeats "It's time to go" but still I hesitate
Rubbin' and washin' my hands right on my jeans
Cause there's' a bloody mess
Figurin' out what did I do
To get these cuts all on my hands and chest
Feelin' so satanic in a panic and I'm full of rage
Now I'm placed in prison, locked away up at an early age
So I grab and cock my Glock and get my ass up on the creep
Niggas talkin' shit about my clique are buried six feet deep
Slowly rub my eyes to clear my head cause I'm not seein straight
Lucifer repeats "It's time to go" but still I hesitate
Rubbin' and washin' my hands right on my jeans
Cause there's' a bloody mess
Figurin' out what did I do
To get these cuts all on my hands and chest
Feelin' so satanic in a panic and I'm full of rage
Now I'm placed in prison, locked away up at an early age
So I grab and cock my Glock and get my ass up on the creep
Niggas talkin' shit about my clique are buried six feet deep
DVRST
See I worship devil shit to keep the demons in my head
Close my eyes and now I'm sweatin', tossin', turnin' in my bed
Making homicides, demons fly as I increase my high
Satan now appears but just in shadow and it's time to ride
Slowly rub my eyes to clear my head cause I'm not seein straight
Lucifer repeats "It's time to go" but still I hesitate
Rubbin' and washin' my hands right on my jeans
Cause there's' a bloody mess
Figurin' out what did I do
To get these cuts all on my hands and chest
Feelin' so satanic in a panic and I'm full of rage
Now I'm placed in prison, locked away up at an early age
So I grab and cock my Glock and get my ass up on the creep
Niggas talkin' shit about my clique are buried six feet deep
Slowly rub my eyes to clear my head cause I'm not seein straight
Lucifer repeats "It's time to go" but still I hesitate
Rubbin' and washin' my hands right on my jeans
Cause there's' a bloody mess
Figurin' out what did I do
To get these cuts all on my hands and chest
Feelin' so satanic in a panic and I'm full of rage
Now I'm placed in prison, locked away up at an early age
So I grab and cock my Glock and get my ass up on the creep
Niggas talkin' shit about my clique are buried six feet deep
Writer(s): Valerii Zaitsev, Ostavit Sled
