You put me in the clutches of sin

Making me a burning specimen

Of worn animosity, just to aspire

Leaving absolutely nothing behind





But now it seems that the tables have turned

Another dead end, another lesson learned

One good turn deserves another

So here it is, motherfucker





You're just a semi-automatic hate machine

Semi-automatic hate machine

Semi-automatic hate machine

And I've gone ballistic





Tooth and scratch

Give me an axe to grind

A practice made perfect, matter over mind

I've got the urge, I've got the urge

To clean up this place of your scourge





If cleanliness is next to Godliness

Then that would make you the devil

Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike

But the first law of nature is to defend one's life





You're just a semi-automatic hate machine

Semi-automatic hate machine

Semi-automatic hate machine

And I've gone ballistic





Mine eyes have seen the glory

Mine eyes have seen the glory

Grapes of wrath

Grapes of wrath





You're just a semi-automatic hate machine

Semi-automatic hate machine

Semi-automatic hate machine

And I've gone ballistic





And you're just a statistic