Christcore in effect you know what I'm saying 

I'm straight up slaved to Christ and man I'm not playing 

I'm hating the Devil to the end of this age 

I'm preaching the gospel boldly in the last days 

I take the bass and blast it out your speakers 

We take them eardrums and make 'em a little weaker 

Screaming truth, raging compassion 

Dark 

Darkness surrounds you cold, lose your head, save your soul 

Apocalyptic vibes I'm sending out 

The times so close at hand without a doubt 

Flood waters rushing in, you're suffocated 

Don't know what's going on, your soul emaciated 

Dark 

His destruction will overwhelm you like a hunter over the hunted 

You've got numbers on your head and numbers on your hand 

There's no escape for you to the promise land 

As I said before, the time is close at hand 

Your life is washed away like the sand