to late to prey (Remix)
Fuzzy, overdriven electric guitar solos in the spirit of Jimmy Hendrix — wah-wah screams, pentatonic chaos, and amp feedback — blended with distorted dubstep basslines and glitched-out drum machines. Acid-drenched chord progressions melt into half-time wobbles and sub-bass growls. Vinyl crackle and tape hiss bleed into psychedelic delay loops. Guitars phase in and out like ghosts in the mix, chopped and resampled like they got possessed mid-jam. Drops slam with modular synth shrieks, pitch dives, and chaotic fills. Think Woodstock on molly inside a bass cave. 🎤 Vocals: Rebellious, filtered vocals soaked in reverb. Bluesy ad-libs sliced into glitch stutters. Spoken-word chaos, trippy harmonies, and FX-twisted screams. 🧠 Atmosphere: Vintage trip meets modern distortion — Hendrix riffing through a broken alien radio. Cosmic but dirty. 🎛 Energy: High. Unstable. Feral. Screaming solos erupt into bass bombs.
to late to prey (Remix)
Fuzzy, overdriven electric guitar solos in the spirit of Jimmy Hendrix — wah-wah screams, pentatonic chaos, and amp feedback — blended with distorted dubstep basslines and glitched-out drum machines. Acid-drenched chord progressions melt into half-time wobbles and sub-bass growls. Vinyl crackle and tape hiss bleed into psychedelic delay loops. Guitars phase in and out like ghosts in the mix, chopped and resampled like they got possessed mid-jam. Drops slam with modular synth shrieks, pitch dives, and chaotic fills. Think Woodstock on molly inside a bass cave. 🎤 Vocals: Rebellious, filtered vocals soaked in reverb. Bluesy ad-libs sliced into glitch stutters. Spoken-word chaos, trippy harmonies, and FX-twisted screams. 🧠 Atmosphere: Vintage trip meets modern distortion — Hendrix riffing through a broken alien radio. Cosmic but dirty. 🎛 Energy: High. Unstable. Feral. Screaming solos erupt into bass bombs.
Lyrics
TITLE: “TOO LATE TO PRAY”
Yeah...
You lookin’ for me? Nah, I was never here.
Check the meds tray... still full.
Guess I'm the only one not sleepwalkin’.
Who me? Just the ghost in the psych ward mirror,
wrote my Bible in blood, got the message clearer.
Doctor said I’m nuts — guess I disagree,
‘Cause I ain't the one wearin' scrubs pushin’ pills on the weak.
They lace the meat, they spike the juice,
Tell me I’m paranoid while they lie in suits.
You laugh now, but what’s that in your water?
they slaughtered the old you
Nah, this ain’t fear, it’s revelation,
They preach peace while fundin’ devastation.
God’s voice in my head like radio static—
But your TikTok priest says that’s just dramatic.
They say I’m crazy...
But I see the fire risin’ in the holy basin.
They runnin' fast now, but they ain't changin’ course,
Now the ground’s cracked open and they cryin’ for the Lord.
Too late to pray, huh?
Too busy with idols and fake-ass love.
I called out for years while y’all scrolled through the flames—
Now the devil’s in the mirror and he know your name...
They don’t wanna change, they just wanna complain,
While their god is a brand name and dopamine chains.
You vote red or blue? Man, they both got fangs—
Two wings of the same crow rippin’ parts out my brains.
Sheeple screamin’ “conspiracy!” while wearin’ a muzzle,
Read one verse wrong and now they think they the puzzle.
Sippin' that corn syrup, baptized in lies,
Worshipin' Swift while their soul flatlines.
Yeah, this ain’t just rap, it’s survival scripture,
A divine hitlist with your favorite fixture.
The TV prophet said you’ll manifest peace...
Then sold your kids to a digital leash.
Baby, that’s just a voice in your head...
Or maybe it’s God, tryna wake you from the dead.
You got time left? Better ask real quick,
‘Cause the sun lookin’ red and the moon just split.
They say I’m crazy...
But I know the truth’s too loud for the lazy.
They beggin’ at the gates they laughed at before,
Now the flames kissin’ feet while they cry to the Lord.
Too late to pray, huh?
Too proud to kneel, now you drown in the flood.
I let ‘em talk while I walked through the blaze—
But I warned you, baby...
You shoulda prayed.