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, k**ed 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 d**h on my shoulder I feel myself getting bolder and bolder He's like my new father, he's comforting me d**h 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 k** to catch up to me So, get busy, son, get on our k**ing spree I took his words and made them my own My hands aren't stained, no blood anywhere There's just (the) smell of d**h in the air This is my future in this war This is what I'm here for To k** more and more! Not like before! k** more and more! Not like before! Not now. Not ever! Not like before, k** 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 d**h in the air This is my future in this war This is what I'm here for!