Lyrics: I'm going back through the fog again Hope my gun don't clog again Filled my backpack with Artifacts Hit the track again This vicious circle's worse than any war that you've ever been So lock and load, head up the road 'cause we are going in While crawling through the muddy waste Blood and ozone's all you taste Wipe the sweat beads off your face 'Cause shades and spawns won't hesitate To rearrange your organic matter Turn you pale and make you shatter Don't see them coming but you'll feel the shower Of the mimic's hot lead when you get splattered Local distortions leave your molecules scattered While you go battered, bruised and broken Through toxic green gas clouds, you chokin' The kind of holocaust that goes unspoken Between rust, dust and bloodlust leave the history pages smoking What kind of hell have I awoke in? The kind my mind don't want to soak in The imagery this zone's invokin Is not the kind of horror I'm into provoking Not your average Stalker, popping off way hotter Than a reactor without water, everyone else is cannon fodder Want some relics? Well I got er' I'll be camping in the Blockfort while you're out there getting slaughtered Anomalies outfoxed, I'm out with the black box Don't care if I get caught, by webs or I get shocked I'm running like nonstop to my base of operations Safe from these abominations, wish I could go on vacation But I'm doomed to this location, no time for hesitation In the morning when I'm waking a new mission I'll be taking While reality is quaking there won't be mistaking I think I've been forsaken but my strength can not be shaken No choice but to break in back through the fog again Hope my gun don't clog again Filled my backpack with Artifacts Hit the track again This vicious circle's worse than any war that you've ever been So lock and load, head up the road 'cause we are going back through the fog again Hope my gun don't clog again Filled my backpack with Artifacts Hit the track again This vicious circle's worse than any war that you've ever been So lock and load, head up the road 'cause we are going in
Not bad. Good beat.
I tried to make it seem otherworldly.
Lyrics:
I'm going back through the fog again
Hope my gun don't clog again
Filled my backpack with Artifacts
Hit the track again
This vicious circle's worse than any war that you've ever been
So lock and load, head up the road 'cause we are going in
While crawling through the muddy waste
Blood and ozone's all you taste
Wipe the sweat beads off your face
'Cause shades and spawns won't hesitate
To rearrange your organic matter
Turn you pale and make you shatter
Don't see them coming but you'll feel the shower
Of the mimic's hot lead when you get splattered
Local distortions leave your molecules scattered
While you go battered, bruised and broken
Through toxic green gas clouds, you chokin'
The kind of holocaust that goes unspoken
Between rust, dust and bloodlust leave the history pages smoking
What kind of hell have I awoke in?
The kind my mind don't want to soak in
The imagery this zone's invokin
Is not the kind of horror I'm into provoking
Not your average Stalker, popping off way hotter
Than a reactor without water, everyone else is cannon fodder
Want some relics? Well I got er'
I'll be camping in the Blockfort while you're out there getting slaughtered
Anomalies outfoxed, I'm out with the black box
Don't care if I get caught, by webs or I get shocked
I'm running like nonstop to my base of operations
Safe from these abominations, wish I could go on vacation
But I'm doomed to this location, no time for hesitation
In the morning when I'm waking a new mission I'll be taking
While reality is quaking there won't be mistaking
I think I've been forsaken but my strength can not be shaken
No choice but to break in back through the fog again
Hope my gun don't clog again
Filled my backpack with Artifacts
Hit the track again
This vicious circle's worse than any war that you've ever been
So lock and load, head up the road 'cause we are going
back through the fog again
Hope my gun don't clog again
Filled my backpack with Artifacts
Hit the track again
This vicious circle's worse than any war that you've ever been
So lock and load, head up the road 'cause we are going in