44 Magnum Opus [Shovel Headed Kill Machine - 2005]
Can't withhold my anger Won't control my rage, my blood lust will be sated I'm locked and loaded and ready to engage Killing everything I've ever hated
A motherfucking Van Gogh with a gun About to paint his masterpiece Blow the world into oblivion Paint with the blood of the diseased
Fire away, put your body on display Build myself a tower of decay A symphony written in human debris Art and murder true synonymy
No appeal, no, I got a raw deal I don't give a fuck One thing is clear, I've got a deaf ear You better shut your mouth and duck
When I get a taste of laying everyone to waste My hunger won't subside I won't ever stop till the last body drops Let the bullet be my guide
The virtue of vice In my bloody paradise A portrait of gore, my .44 Magnum My .44 magnum opus
Bodies are the canvas, ammo is the vision For my greatest work of art I'm waging my own inquisition Tearing everything apart
I'm building a monument to horror A temple so divine Remembrance to those I've massacred Death is the grand design
People will stare in disbelief and awe When they see what I've created Still life, no life beautiful and raw The world will be captivated
Never have they seen something so ambitious Like nothing done before A work so terrible and vicious A masterpiece of gore