Woorden: Dying Fetus. Killing On Adrenaline.

the face I'm beating with my fist is pulverized,
and turned to shit so all that's left when he is gone
is skin and blood and pulp and bone
this fucker thought that he could try and fuck with me,
no reason why, so now he got what he deserved
a coffin with his grave reserved
where has all the common sense gone?
can't these fuckers leave the shit alone?
always trying to start some stupid shit
the obituary page is full of it
no death's on my conscience they challenged and they lost
no final resistance, fuck it its not my loss
gonna fuck it up fuckin bring it down
the mother fuckers dead
don't ask me why they had to die
I try to live my fucking life
they are the ones that fucked with me
they paid the price with agony
as the force from anger erupts out from deep inside of me
not a fucking chance to live just you bleeding
cause of death can not be found corpses layed out on the floor
hyper-violent chaos rush all-out fucking total war
your dead, adrenaline rush, unleashed
pain feed, you fucking bleed
I kill once so then I kill twice, revenge,
your death, the final ending, released
I will bring you fucking down
beating on the face of broken trust
all I want is a chance to fuck your life up
you had to turn your back on everything we did
and I won't stop until your dead now I take it back to 93
when the shit went down between you and me
just like a bitch you had yo run away
but revenge finally has paid
now I bring you back for all to see
in case another fucker wants to take a shot at me
and kill the mother fuckers before they try to run
no remorse when I am done