I see his face in the back of my mind
He's the only one there and not hard to find
I see his cold dead eyes staring out at me
Burning my memory, reminding me
I shot a man, k**ed him stone cold dead
I put two bullets inside of his head
I piled up his body , in a neat stack
Then called the number, into the big shack
I feel the cold hand of d**h on my shoulder
I feel myself getting bolder and bolder
He's like my new father, he's comforting me
d**h said his son, like every father should
His voice whispered calm, and strong as he stood
Look into his eyes, deep down inside him
Holding him in place, gripping trembling limbs
You've got a lot to k** to catch up to me
So, get busy, son, get on our k**ing spree
I took his words and made them my own
My hands aren't stained, no blood anywhere
There's just (the) smell of d**h in the air
This is my future in this war
This is what I'm here for
To k** more and more!
Not like before!
k** more and more!
Not like before!
Not now. Not ever!
Not like before, k** more and more!
I took his words and made them my own
With my first dead man seeds had been sown
My hands aren't stained, no blood anywhere
There's just (the) smell of d**h in the air
This is my future in this war
This is what I'm here for!