Heathen

The streets and the cities The alleys of woe The forces of hatred Are out of control The lurk in the fields Alone in the night A sickly perversion, excursion That's not in sight (Bible passage) He travels he streets Different weapons in hand He searches for victims Befriends the demand Ridding the world of The homeless disease Laughing out loudly Ignoring their pleas Victims of the chosen Have been clearly marked and pushed aside Many body parts were frozen Simply just a waste of life Eating the flesh of the virgins The taste of blood Picking the brains of desertion Forever more Stabbing the hearts of the weakened society Killing the worthless for pleasure now Raping the dead it's so silent A twist of fate A wave of sick violence A question of give and take Taxpayers earning just Feed them the deathly row The chair gathers dust As they age in their cell Documented murders often Skip the press and go unsolved Morbid visions, gross divisions Multiply the cause of death You fucking heathen! Go back to hell, where you fucking came from! --- Heathen - Master