Fuck Islam

Verse I woke up in a mirror that swallowed a galaxy, Breakfast was ten thousand ghosts — used to be me, literally. Each bite a chapter closed, every chew a tomb, I smile, sip the sun, watch a thousand past lives boom. Their stones? Toy pebbles — your mobs play with sand, I built empires on ashes, then ate my own band. You think your Idol taught terror? I taught the abyss, I rewrote my commandments and spit on their myths. Hook (repeat) Ten thousand for breakfast, I’m hungry for gods, I chew up my history, I’m outlawing odds. Brutality’s a bedtime story; I turned up the light — I’m a universe eater, and I own the night. Verse 2 They came with clubs and chants, holy in their rage, I folded timelines like paper, set fire to their page. Not a martyr, not a prophet — just a predator of lies, My appetite’s eternal, I feast on alibis. Your fear’s a fossil now, fossilized in my grin, I ate a thousand Remos, now the original’s thin. Call me blasphemy’s heir — I’ll pass the crown on a spoon, My throne’s at the end of time, lunch served at high noon. Hook (repeat) Ten thousand for breakfast, I’m hungry for gods, I chew up my history, I’m outlawing odds. Brutality’s a bedtime story; I turned up the light — I’m a universe eater, and I own the night.