• I don't know why I'm here, I wanna disapear,
    I'm gonna fill this void, not gonna get destroied.
    I like to shoot off my gun; I find it so much f*cking fun,
    killing with total intention, stabbing with much satisfaction.

    Looking around,
    all over this town,
    wasting ammunition I've been needing one more round.
    If I had the chance,
    I would do the dance-
    of sacrificial design,
    as of you're dead body;
    I will grind.

    Looking at your face, I find a horrible place;
    full of disease of every race, sealed within a horrible case.
    Yeah b*tch; I'm talkin' sh*t about you,
    shut up before I f*cking stab you,
    don't cry cause I know you're about to,
    I'm always one step ahead of you.

    Looking around,
    all over this town,
    wasting ammunition I've been needing one more round.
    If I had the chance,
    I would do the dance-
    of sacrificial design,
    as your superior;
    I shall resign.

    Imagination,
    f*ck this whole nation,
    annihilation,
    I'ma blow up this whole damn nation!
    (solo1)
    If homocide isn't the answer,
    then suicide will kill the presssure,
    my body's on a different level,
    signing my soul to the devil...

    Looking around,
    all over this town,
    wasting ammunition I've been needing one more round.
    If I had the chance,
    I would do the dance-
    of sacrificial design,
    as of you're dead body;
    I will grind.

    Looking around,
    all over this town,
    wasting ammunition I've been needing one more round.
    If I had the chance,
    I would do the dance-
    of sacrificial design,
    as your superior;
    I shall resign...