Hi, Mordekaiser here, I'd like to talk a little bit about expectations.
Who gave me the title of Master of Metal? Just because I like to dress like this, and just because I PREFER metal, doesn't mean I don't like to kick back and relax every once in a while, have a cup of tea and watch a sitcom. These expectations of me being a bada** is giving me a lot of stress!
Nah...WHO AM I KIDDING?! I AM METAL!
I am a juggernaut, I am the end
I play aggressively, I don't make friends
You're all expendable, bow to my will
I can't resist this urge, I need to k**
You're just another soul that I can seize
You're all my puppets to command as I please
So come before me, and on your knees
d**h is not the end to this disease
You're on the battlefield, it is all over
You're lying bleeding, d**h creeping closer
You wish for d**h, draw your last sigh
But I am there, and you are mine!
Some call me general, they are correct
You are my army, that I'll infect
You won't be joining, until you're dead
So stop your breathing, it's time to shred