Rival factions battle
Under siege the city implodes
Rounds of ammo are scattered
Today I'm playing god
Hail of bullets litter
Infrastructure and dead flesh
One wrong move and they’ll be dead
Murdered in the street
Adrenaline is now coursing
All throughout my veins
And I can hear my heart beating
As I mow them down
My sympathetic nervous system's
Fight or flight response
Is dilating my pupils
So that I'm a better shot
Shot
Hollow points rip through their flesh
Ending the lives of oppressors
A guerrilla-stylе resistance
Killing authority in cold fucking blood
Fill their bodiеs up with lead
Searching for the headman
The final boss I have to kill
Shoot my way through the hierarchy
One by fucking one
Searching for the headman
The final boss I have to kill
His death won’t be so swift
I'll take my fucking time
His death will be so heinous
I have found his stronghold
What a fucking coward
Quivering in fear
Hands up to show surrender
Two shots to his knee caps were
Fired from my gun
Collapsing on the floor
Into a pool of blood
Frantically I'm stabbing him
In his fucking kidneys
With my trusty bayonet
So much blood is leaking
As he keeps on screaming
And his lack of fight is
Really pissing me right off
Coward
He begs to die quick
Shots fired at his back
Turning him over
To plan my next attack
Shove the bayonet in his mouth
Cut his tongue off neat
But he can still taste his defeat
Tasting his demise
The sweet taste of victory
Is mine and ours to have
Conquering the forces of our land
Making an example
Of this piece of shit
Propped up for display
Rotting human scarecrow
Exhibit for the wicked
Decomposing dead flesh
Reduced to carrion
Putrid decayed statue
Will help us to remember
Rancid heap of meat
Monument of battle
Rotting human scarecrow
Exhibit for the wicked
Decomposing dead flesh
Reduced to carrion
Putrid decayed statue
Will help us to remember
Rancid heap of meat
Monument of battle
Under siege the city implodes
Rounds of ammo are scattered
Today I'm playing god
Hail of bullets litter
Infrastructure and dead flesh
One wrong move and they’ll be dead
Murdered in the street
Adrenaline is now coursing
All throughout my veins
And I can hear my heart beating
As I mow them down
My sympathetic nervous system's
Fight or flight response
Is dilating my pupils
So that I'm a better shot
Shot
Hollow points rip through their flesh
Ending the lives of oppressors
A guerrilla-stylе resistance
Killing authority in cold fucking blood
Fill their bodiеs up with lead
Searching for the headman
The final boss I have to kill
Shoot my way through the hierarchy
One by fucking one
Searching for the headman
The final boss I have to kill
His death won’t be so swift
I'll take my fucking time
His death will be so heinous
I have found his stronghold
What a fucking coward
Quivering in fear
Hands up to show surrender
Two shots to his knee caps were
Fired from my gun
Collapsing on the floor
Into a pool of blood
Frantically I'm stabbing him
In his fucking kidneys
With my trusty bayonet
So much blood is leaking
As he keeps on screaming
And his lack of fight is
Really pissing me right off
Coward
He begs to die quick
Shots fired at his back
Turning him over
To plan my next attack
Shove the bayonet in his mouth
Cut his tongue off neat
But he can still taste his defeat
Tasting his demise
The sweet taste of victory
Is mine and ours to have
Conquering the forces of our land
Making an example
Of this piece of shit
Propped up for display
Rotting human scarecrow
Exhibit for the wicked
Decomposing dead flesh
Reduced to carrion
Putrid decayed statue
Will help us to remember
Rancid heap of meat
Monument of battle
Rotting human scarecrow
Exhibit for the wicked
Decomposing dead flesh
Reduced to carrion
Putrid decayed statue
Will help us to remember
Rancid heap of meat
Monument of battle
( Waking the Cadaver )
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