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