Turn the Volume Up (Alastor) (feat. McGwire) Songtext
von Rustage

I swear, I testify, it′s not all just black and white
I'll find a better life, just give the hand a shake
You hate me, get in line, we′re braced for better times
Just keep your head up high and get up out my way (yeah)

Mic's on, one-two and the check's done
Showtime, ain′t no need for a test run
New coat, new stains, and some fresh blood
Birds of a flock, they go mad for the breadcrumbs
Our poison′s poured 'til we get drunk
Gon′ learn when the chains on their neck from
Bring the bloodshed back like it's redrum
Radio static, that′s a tune that the dead hum


They all loving me, tuning in to my messages
Phasing them out like doublespeak, misremember their etiquette
Deal in souls like it's currency, I′m removing the pleasantries
Listening to the summaries, and learning who the Devil is
You don't wanna bet on it
Leaving husks of men until the hope inside is derelict
Turning up the volume, so the sound you hear is deafening
Knock-knock-knock, when you hear 'em, then you let him in

Hide another skeleton, my closet′s getting larger
Listen to the audience, they′re canning all the laughter
Son another heretic, so listen to your father
Way I move like Reddit, I'm delivering ′em karma
I'm not a saint or a martyr, pray to your masters
Question my role, and then gave them the answer
They′re not the snakes that I'm after
Broadcast their Hell and then asked them to rate the disaster

I swear, I testify, it′s not all just black and white
I'll find a better life, just give the hand a shake
Hate me, just get in line, we're braced for better times
Just keep your head up high and get up out my way


They all wanna hit of your pain
Broadcast in a stereo haze
Cry out if you′re gettin′ afraid
Turn the volume up
Hell-fire isn't really just flames
Right now, it′s a city of stains
All primed for it being my stage
Turn the volume up

Yeah, OG don't dabble in bootlegs
I mean my waves gon′ carry the tune best
They be so scared, they having to choose death
Can't make a change, not cracking a few heads, ay
Red and black, I leave it like roulette, a-ay
On the track, but never a duet, a-ay
Out my bag, a devil in new threads
I go ghost every note like, "What will he do next?"

Uh, I′ma make them shake like a tremolo
Put them in the grave by the second note
Do it every day, every episode
Keep on going up like a shephard's tone
I be loving modal when I set the tone
Encore, encore, I'm the best in show
Sign off and I left a note
See the dead men hang like a telephone

I swear, I testify, it′s not all just black and white
I′ll find a better life, just give the hand a shake
Hate me, just get in line, we're braced for better times
Just keep your head up high and get up out my way

They all wanna hit of your pain
Broadcast in a stereo haze
Cry out if you′re getting afraid
Turn the volume up
Hellfire isn't really just flames
Right now it′s a city of stains
All primed for it being my stage
Turn the volume up