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