Drawn & Quartered Wiped From The Earth
I see their faces
And they all look the same
More like cattle
Awaiting the bolt of the brain
Loathsome insects on a ball of dirt
I am the pesticide
As vermin, an infestation
I, exterminator
My hands bloodied again and again
Only fit for obliteration
Welcome cataclysm
An end to the madness
Wipe them from the earth
I hear their voices
So much of nothing spoken
Precipitating murder
Floodgates of violence opened
Only fit for obliteration
Welcome cataclysm
An end to the madness
Wipe them from the earth
