200 Bodies per Minute - Acumen Nation

Seething slaughter, belief in slaughter

Eternal trauma for sons and daughters, yours

Skinning the saw blade, loving the raw blade

Kin to the sharp edge, loyal to nothing less

Born without a clue why the inclination to dream of homicide

Makes me feel… something

This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes

Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn

Cruising for tyranny, evil soliciting

Whoring for justice crushing with such brute force

Breathing hostility, feeding the fire in me

I am the weapon embrace the weapon of choice

This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes

Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn

I am the instrument of terror in the name of all tortured souls

Of every murdered heart