Pushed in, forced out, bodies fall all about

Metallic claws, by rule of law

Erased, deseased, bring them to their knees


Whenever I wan't love, I need some

Grab ahold machine gun, murder is my passion

Tearing in and out, 50mm round

And I love to hear the sound

When I cut them all down


Burned to the ground, piled to the sky

(corpse stacked high) and my flack packed tight,

in a rapid fire fight as you pray for your life

(corpse stacked high)


send them to their suicide where their generations died

drift away and fantasize, erotic dreams of genocide


Burned to the ground, piled to the sky

(corpse stacked high) and my flack packed tight,

in a rapid fire fight as you pray for your life

(corpse stacked high)


ohhh.....left alone in silence, so mislead


get out, far away, let me carry you off into the sun


as I lay waste a land, and the streets aflame

I worship no one


Now I'm packing in the passion, my very mission

Liberals in season, won't listen to the reason

Lay down instead of fight, protest human life

Suicide is right when you've lost your fucking mind


Burned to the ground, piled to the sky

(corpse stacked high) and my flack packed tight,

in a rapid fire fight as you pray for your life

(corpse stacked high)