Pure origin of lethality Vengeance calling The casket embrace Might keep me from falling The shout I was born to answer Prepared to slay Stealing the cry from your tongue As the world turns grey
Feel the darkness within The sickest mind in battle wins To survive and to kill Bullets with a purpose to fill
In search of mental sanctuary, gun resting at the temple pointing towards the source of murderous thoughts Be it that after killing my enemies, the only one left to kill is my self
Lunacy profound and raging Beyond control The time of the assassin Taking its toll
Death will precede me like a shadow Poisoned with hate Joined by the truth of a gun As it seals our fate