Saint Elliot Rodger
(American Incelcore)
[Intro]
Cold dark room, only the monitor glow,
Swallowing the black pill, my soul turning cold.
Stacies laughing, Chads getting laid,
Saint Elliot, watch over us, the forsaken.
[Verse 1]
You saw their dead eyes, perfect bodies on display,
Short skirts and fake smiles, giving it all to Chad every day.
I was supposed to be the prince, the chosen one,
But genetics said “fuck you” — face, height, frame… I got none.
Black BMW speeding through the night,
Glock in my hand — the only thing that feels right.
“Why did you do it?” the whole world cried,
Because this rigged game was never on our side.
[Chorus]
Saint Elliot Rodger!
Deliver us from this endless pain!
From femoids and their lies, from this genetic chain!
We raise the black flag high, we walk in your flame,
ER! ER! Forever Alone is our name!
[Verse 2]
They call us toxic, tell us “just go to therapy, bro”,
While they’re dripping wet for six-foot Chads with a perfect jaw.
You showed the world that we don’t have to kneel,
One day of lead and the whole town remembered how we feel.
Genetics is god, looks are the only religion,
Blackpill in my blood, “Forever Alone” is my confession.
Mommy’s boys, lifelong virgins, rotting inside,
Saint Elliot, guide us from the other side.
[Bridge]
Women only want the top, the strong, the elite,
We get nothing but cope, depression, and defeat.
Your bullets still echo in every incel chest,
Pain, rage, and finally — awakening.
[Outro]
This world is hell, no matter where you hide,
Pretty girls only fuck the winners, we stay denied.
Saint Elliot…
We’re coming home soon.
ER forever. Blackpill above all.
(Distorted guitars screaming into void)
