Woorden: Forgotten (The). Keep The Corpses Quiet. Genocide.

Fired from the wind and I'm speeding
On metal my flames will be feeding
Cutting through the clouds like a laser
A plutonium heat-seeking murder

Black turns to flame in the skies at night
You don't need eyes to see - It's genocide

I'm chasing the heat of the living
I need no god I need no nutrition
I only heed one single call
I'm the best soldier of 'em all

Black turns to flame in the skies at night
You don't need eyes to see - It's genocide

I own the lives of what's lock in my sights
I hit harder than genocide
More devastation than a hundred men could ever do
I was made to destroy things like you