In-Con Sequential Art
Friday
Nov112011

Devils You Know

Grab your gun, ime to go to hell
I'm your hero, guilty as charged
Gun, time to go to hell
I'm your hero guilty as charged


Dead lands, blood red like a vast brand
Dead man if you can’t sling a fast hand
You’re god-forsaken like the past, man
Find your salvation in a last stand
Withstand the heat and desolation
What’s gonna drop you first? Guns or dehydration?
Fall victim to the tribal predation
Of a murder of marauders gone to mutation
Tough calls in these desperate times
If you need to cross Hell for some safer climes
Contract with killers despite villainous crimes
Be they a seven-foot Templar or a Rook who rhymes
Runnin’ Mad Max, we’re a treacherous team
Scoundrels notorious, can’t be redeemed
With our pathfinder Beast, we three transport
#Fight evil with evil as your last resort
No flinching, no scruples, no soul
Any who obstruct end in a six-foot hole
Body count like a warlord’s ledger
Practically unstoppable as long as we’re together
I see you worry about losing your humanity
This is survival; you’re just getting rid of vanity
Saints get martyred when the demons run free
But you live ‘cause you’re driven by the baddest devil -- me

Grab your gun, ime to go to hell
I'm your hero, guilty as charged
Gun, time to go to hell
I'm your hero guilty as charged


Two guns, one for each hand of the Rook
Memorized the last rites of every prayer book
Templar’s hammer hits like an earthquake
Got a notch on the hilt for every life it takes
So bad we could make the dark run
Battlecry is the bark of a shotgun
Droppin’ bodies like a DJ drops beats
It’s the safe road to Hell if you can take the heat
Sun sears at the neck has my death hand twitching
Itch twice don’t think about switching
Train tracks your path’s on rails
Sun burnt face but your cheeks grow pale
Stale smell, something ill surrounds my pallor
Look away from me if you’re dowsing for valor
So cold inside you can see frost in my sighing
No spark of life left in one who’s tasted of dying
Carve forward with the carved up man
Beast is the best bet of getting beyond the badlands
Hypnotized by his rhythms from the days gone
But my eyes stay steady on his six ‘til the day’s dawn
Never mind the symbols, never mind the death
Never mind the sigils, best hold your breath
Pacts made with the violent and vicious
Best practice? keep paranoid and superstitious


Grab your gun, ime to go to hell
I'm your hero, guilty as charged
Gun, time to go to hell
I'm your hero guilty as charged



Choose to cross the river, slither
Shudder at the concept, wither, bitterness is strong yet,
Land without a dawn sets quiver,
Quaking like a convict, shiver, give yourself a long neck
Couldn’t stand the waiting, hating
All that salivating, grating, braying at the darkness
Suffering is sating, craving,
Fiend intoxicating, slaving, you into the deep depth


You know you’ll never make it alone
Get eaten by the cold straight down to the bone
Like the corpse of the cities, dead and overgrown
In the kudzu vines where the nomads roam
Soft-hearted pilgrims gonna end up dead
Turned sour in the gut or gone mad in the head
Only way to win is if the other one’s shed
Blood red, leave him bled with the gift of lead
Cuz everything good turns into rust
Optimism oxidized and despised to dust
Gotta keep cold killer underneath the crust
Because it’s weak to trust and we don’t need the just
Thousand yard stare or cry like a banshee
Spider or a flea, wanna-be or an OG
Put your faith in we, make yourself like the D 3
Look into my eyes, you will see you need to be me