Eleventh Hour (ft. Kasane Teto)

art by Algenpesto meter seller, i require your strongest time signatures wav + stems: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1_m27MWVbNA016aDuPQvwF2xBpFL2ZAxs?usp=sharing bandcamp: https://mekaloton.bandcamp.com/album/diamond-eye spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4LaecWFuahGFRy7u42EbMO?si=J0dJO684RkegVS3xsCFXQQ discord (18+): https://discord.gg/RfqAAdSJVe give me your hard-earned money: https://ko-fi.com/mekaloton LYRICS: let the dust settle on my gunmetal grave, undersea, swimming in blood wetwork coming in waves, level with the devil in the flood contract killer of a knave, heads taken on a dime dealing with a silver-tongue snake, unawake, taking your time flying with a cut brake seeing how the steel body steers see the make and model while it shakes, shudders, breaks, sputters, disappears jammed up from the gristle in my gears, call me anti-personnel got a little ringing in my ears, yeah, but i didn’t hear the bell no more remains of old commands broke off the chains wrapped on my hands i’ve got a better plan in mind like an alloy unrefined made a new machine and gave it wrath gave it a green light and a path do you regret the things you’ve done? shot the moon and caught the sun, ah clotted by molten core slag, motor making smoke odor making them choke, gag, sick little joke in a blood-soaked rag hull broke with a skull dripping fuel, cloak covering a glittering jewel rip it all out, live without rule never doubt, keep ticking ‘til you die, slipping by sticking to a route with your flickering eye, nice try bodies on the pile, add the next corpse and repeat target locked, walk a mile as your obsolete metal shell warps from the heat no more remains of old commands broke off the chains wrapped on my hands i’ve got a better plan in mind like an alloy unrefined made a new machine and gave it wrath gave it a green light and a path do you regret the things you’ve done? shot the moon and caught the sun, oh measuring it once and i’m cutting it twice doing it again, keep on rolling the dice made me for a mission, now you’re paying the price engine made of fire in a body of ice silver skull a-studded with iridium rods buried under bullets with the pity of clods power to the killers in a prison for gods hour of eleven-in-a-million odds