I see his face in the back of my mind
He's the only one there and not hard to find
I see his cold dead eyes staring out at
me
Burning my memory, reminding me
I shot a man, killed him stone cold dead
I put two bullets inside of his head
I piled up
his body , in a neat stack
Then called the number, into the big shack
I feel the cold hand of death on my shoulder
I feel
myself getting bolder and bolder
He's like my new father, he's comforting me
Death said his son, like every father should
His
voice whispered calm, and strong as he stood
Look into his eyes, deep down inside him
Holding him in place, gripping trembling
limbs
You've got a lot to kill to catch up to me
So, get busy, son, get on our killing spree
I took his words and made them my
own
My hands aren't stained, no blood anywhere
There's just (the) smell of death in the air
This is my future in this war
This
is what I'm here for
To kill more and more!
Not like before!
Kill more and more!
Not like before!
Not now. Not
ever!
Not like before, kill more and more!
I took his words and made them my own
With my first dead man seeds had been
sown
My hands aren't stained, no blood anywhere
There's just (the) smell of death in the air
This is my future in this
war
This is what I'm here for!