200 Bodies Per Minute 가사

Seething slaughter, belief in slaughter Eternal trauma for sons and daughters, yours Skinning the saw blade, loving the raw blade Kin to the sharp edge, loyal to nothing less Born without a clue why the inclination to dream of homicide Makes me feel something This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn Cruising for tyranny, evil soliciting Whoring for justice, crushing with such brute force Breathing hostility, feeding the fire in me I am the weapon, embrace the weapon of choice This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn I am the instrument of terror in the name of all tortured souls Of every murdered heart