text: You are not your job
  Youre not how much money you have in the bank
  Youre not the car you drive
  Youre not the contents of your wallet
  You are not your fucking khakis
  You are the all singing, all dancing craft of the world
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Demons all around me
  I’m possessed and its astounding
  All this power that I feel
  I’m never going back to counseling
  Outside of my conscious boundaries
  All the viruses surrounding
  Every living breathing thing is just as dead as when they found me
  They told me this is the end of the road
  But the end only comes when I’ve given up hope
  And they told me that I was destined to be something greater but I ended up all alone
  The voices they put in my head never shut the fuck up
  Now I cannot decide where to go
  I’m nothing more than a slave to the system that they made to keep people like me from the grove 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Death by machine
  Watching the singularity get closer and closer to reality is enlightening
  We stand no chance!
  Bowing down to artificial intelligence hell will get frozen before we get smarter and—
  Quit progression before it’s too late
  But fuck the earth, let it burn, let it burn at the stake
  Hit the reset on mankind, don’t repeat the mistakes
  One day when I die I’ll be understood, but just in case
  I dont care for the now!
  I dont care for the now!
  I am not a strong man
  Im not a righteous man
  Im not a holy man
  Jump out the coffin, she wet
  No matter where I go, she gonna be vexed
  Money & bitches will leave ’em possessed
  Nobody eats till I’m dressed
  I don’t even like takin photos for press
  Shoot? Gotta show proof like a vest
  East to the west, Ima vet
  Straight off the bridge with the vette
  Can’t keep my boot off your neck
  Nobody move, who gonna save ya?
  They rather front page ya
  Ready for doom, cover the Fader
  We lookin like Slayer
  I could load guns or
  I could make money on pimpin, I’m sick of the shit that you sellin
  Put two in your melon and call it rebellin
  Aint dealin with nothin
  Concealed with a weapon
  So many blessings, so many efforts
  Too many question the past & the present
  Nobody knows, no one objects at the wedding
  Lucky at 7, deceased at 11
  You cannot move me
  You cannot use me
  I don’t fuck groupies
  Put you in a movie
  Directed by Kubrick
  I’m close to the edge
  Bout to make history licking my fingers while having epiphany
  Blow in proximity multiply outta my mind
  Multiply outta my mind
  Said it I meant it, my windows are tinted
  This shit is cement and you buried alive
  Look in my eyes 
  Doom, crude, rude, ensue!
  Slayer, no prayer!
  Meet your maker!
  On top of the graveyard
  Six feet deep, my enemies
  Woods with death on a dark night
  I’m livid on cold nights
  No peace!
  I! Sink! Teeth!
  Shark! Kill! Flesh! Meat!
  Rollin deep!
  Rollin deep!
  Squad, like a motherfucker!
  I see you sta-ring at me I don’t take kind-ly to beef!
  Run it, motherfucker!
  On sight, Im never online, turn the lights off, then call me nine times
  Cause Im the-
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer 
  Doom 
  Slayer