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Can't Withhold my anger won't control my rage |
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My bloodlust will be sated |
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I'm locked and loaded ready to engage |
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Killing everything I've always hated |
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A mother****ing Van Gogh with a gun |
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Blow the world into oblivion |
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Paint with the blood of the deceased |
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Sub chorus |
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Fire away |
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Put your body on display |
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Build a tower of decay |
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A symphony |
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Written in human debris |
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Art and murder true synonymy |
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No appeal, No "I got a raw deal", I don't give a **** |
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One thing is clear I've got a deaf ear |
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You better shut your mouth and duck |
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When I get a taste of laying everyone to waste |
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My hunger won't subside |
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I won't ever stop till the last body drops |
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Let the bullet be my guide |
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Chorus |
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The virtue of vice |
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In my bloody paradise |
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A portrait of gore |
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My .44 |
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Magnum |
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My .44 magnum opus |
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Solo: Gary |
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Bodies are the canvas, ammo is the vision |
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For my greatest work of art |
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I'm waging my own inquisition |
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Tearing everything apart |
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I'm building a monument to horror |
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A temple so divine |
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Remembrance to those I've massacred |
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Death the grand design |
|
Chorus |
|
The virtue of vice |
|
In my bloody paradise |
|
A portrait of gore |
|
My .44 |
|
Magnum |
|
My .44 magnum opus |
|
Solo: Gary |
|
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 the grand design |
|
Sub chorus |
|
Fire away |
|
Put your body on display |
|
Build 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 **** |
|
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 |
|
Chorus |
|
The virtue of vice |
|
In my bloody paradise |
|
A portrait of gore |
|
My .44 |
|
Magnum |
|
My .44 magnum opus |
|
Solo: Lee |
|
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 |
|
Sub chorus |
|
Fire away |
|
Put your body on display |
|
Build 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 **** |
|
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 |
