Random ballistic mayhem
by Scarred
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Burn down to the foundations your utopia
Destroy again everything that´s human and decent, it´s just a weakness
Reincarnation of the same old carnage
New conflicts rising from the glowing ashes
No courage, just killer instincts
A random ballistic mayhem
I am War
I am Suffering
I am War
Life, so priceless, so endlessly lucrative
Merchandized to buy the illusion of a revolution
Bodies stacked to the rattling sound of the
Coins that are hitting my pocket
I am War, the immoral immortal
A random ballistic mayhem
I am War
I am Suffering
I am everything you want
And the only thing I need is
Your death
Just another bullet
Rotten ideals gunned down into the dust
To feed another maggot
Reload
We´re killing in circles again
Hunger, devastation feeds
Anger ´til alienation,
It´s a spiral, you are going down to better destroy, exploit
The weaker dog that´s been stealing your bone
Now fuck him up
It´s your time to get spoiled, get weak, get killed
Recycled misery, dung for my prosperity
Only dead eyes see peace
Your death
Just another bullet
Rotten ideals gunned down into the dust
To feed another maggot
Random ballistic mayhem
Destroy again everything that´s human and decent, it´s just a weakness
Reincarnation of the same old carnage
New conflicts rising from the glowing ashes
No courage, just killer instincts
A random ballistic mayhem
I am War
I am Suffering
I am War
Life, so priceless, so endlessly lucrative
Merchandized to buy the illusion of a revolution
Bodies stacked to the rattling sound of the
Coins that are hitting my pocket
I am War, the immoral immortal
A random ballistic mayhem
I am War
I am Suffering
I am everything you want
And the only thing I need is
Your death
Just another bullet
Rotten ideals gunned down into the dust
To feed another maggot
Reload
We´re killing in circles again
Hunger, devastation feeds
Anger ´til alienation,
It´s a spiral, you are going down to better destroy, exploit
The weaker dog that´s been stealing your bone
Now fuck him up
It´s your time to get spoiled, get weak, get killed
Recycled misery, dung for my prosperity
Only dead eyes see peace
Your death
Just another bullet
Rotten ideals gunned down into the dust
To feed another maggot
Random ballistic mayhem