Pseudocommando

For years you’ve watched
Me crawling deeper
Yet you kept on striding by
Today you’ll see the walking reaper
My forgiveness has run dry
Kill them, kill’em all
Now
The figure all in black
This time there’s no turning back
Kill them, kill’em all
Now
There’s no stopping me
When I am on a killing spree
Curl my finger around the trigger
Release from your empty life
Day of judgement I deliver
Put the bullet between your eyes
Kill them, kill’em all
Now
The figure all in black
This time there’s no turning back
Kill them, kill’em all
Now
There’s no stopping me
When I am on killing spree
The end is drawing nearer
I know I don’t have long
Everything becoming clearer
No time for right or wrong
Smothered by society
Victim of humanity
Master of brutality
Punishing the docile mass
Smothered by society
Victim of humanity
Master of brutality
Punishing the docile mass
Journals filled
With his constructions
A secret rage against mankind
His thoughts fueled by destruction
He starts his war against the blind
Against the blind
I laugh into the face of death
Exhaling my last breath
I dig the gun into my temple
Suicide is fundamental