Grave Bullets Are Mine
Murder, another DB found Covered with blood Body nailed to the ground Murder, in the first degree Died on his knees On every charge I am quilty The bullets are mine Crying, dying victim crying Tears are falling from the eye A witness to my parricide Mother, raped beyond belief Her head decorates the wall On every charge I am quilty The bullets are mine Lying in the garden of stone Awaiting the end The river runs red, screams of pain Released by victims of my bullet rain Kill, killing is my drug My gun is my god You will suffer my slug
