I believe in the thrill of the hunt
My venes4re infected by the smell of my gun
To sweat to swallow to kill to strike
Is my therapy to protect my rights
I4ll be with you don4t have a choice
I watch you sleeping hear your voice
Your raging against my mind
But I4m the knot in your lifeline
This is not a lovesong
Call me facist spoil my ground
I4m the first and last to be around
I kiss your lips for twenty pounds
And when You explode I will be the sound
I4m the acid air you4ve gotta breathe
I kill your family as soon as you leave
I4m the dirty floor on which you sleep
And my sense of purity is endless deep