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Intro
00:44
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Blasting my way through the drills - Since my training in the corps
Neurotic, live for the thrill - Get my way with foreign whores
My nation supports my will - Paid criminal to the core
In the end I want to kill - Love this action I want more
Free under the flag (decrimination)
Hide under the flag (abomination)
My supported endeavour - National campaign of fear
Saviour or destroyer - Nobody to stop me here
Free under the flag (decrimination)
Live under the flag (live for the action)
Safe under the flag (for mutilation)
Hide under the flag (abomination)
I'll get away with anything
Countryman, bulletproof, hired gun, protected
Sociopath, criminal, ticking bomb
Loose cannon, no moral, war bringer, thrill seeker
Sick righteousness - Bold and careless
Spreading distress - Under the flag
War crimes go on - My destruction
My will be done - Under the flag
Misplaced patriotism - Bringing death with no remorse
Be with us or be with them - Use the flag to hide the corpse
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Eat lead
03:37
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Ultimate badass, with all guns blazing
Imminent war is all I'm here for
Thrill seeker, soul taker - Death bringer, heart breaker
Gunslinger, life taker - Vigilante's what I am
Labelled as a criminal - Self defense is all I practice
Those who've opposed me are dead - Don't go trying something funny
Outlawed by those in charge, I will bring them to their knees, suffering
Capital punishment's the sentence I've been given, they will pay
Illegal in ten states, I am stuck roaming the earth, no true home
Treated like a dog, they taste the fruit I procure, eat lead
You will feel your flesh tearing up, the bullet through you
It will burn, scalding your body, almost to the core
Bones they break, mortal you all are, it's stronger than you
Pain ensured, die, eat lead
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Shoot 'em up
03:00
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Slaves to the one that brings us the paycheck
We take the orders and we deliver
We don't give a shit what you say to us
We just want to, shoot’em all up
We live our lives just to use our guns
Gunning you all down fiercely one by one
Wanting to feel that rush once more
We just want to shoot’em all up
Piling y'all up just for the heck of it
Burning your bodies, burn’em all
Inhale the smell just to feel the rush
We love to kill you all
Release the slaves
Let them run in the field, try to escape
Scope them all out
Snipe them, shoot’em all up, get a paycheck
Die, murder, fun times, pleasure is in the game
You're a moving target, now you die
Boss says to kill, shoot’em up
Green's all I want in my pocket - That means you get to die
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Clusterfuck
03:24
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The sound of impact is so deafening
Your comrades fall, the blaze so threatening
You gotta move forward without a doubt
You swear revenge if you can make it out
Dropped in from the sky to a world of pain - Operation Charlie Foxtrot
Human pride outweighs our lives expendable
Nothing goes as planned, your fate is sealed - Operation Charlie Foxtrot
Charge the trench my friends, no other way
Your distress call will not be heard
This is hopeless, you're outnumbered
Who gave the order, this is suicide - Operation Charlie Foxtrot
Everything to hell, this wasn't planned
Chaos reigns here - Distress to fear
All becomes clear - The end draws near
Every man for himself, no one to lead
Stay down, stay sharp, move on, you're out of luck
The deflagrations cause your ears to bleed
You got left on your own you're really fucked
Feel the grip of despair - Now you're on your own
Who gave the order - Who sent you to die
The time you realise you're going to die
The deadly metal slugs are zooming by
One last attempt to kill your enemies
Too late, prepare to join the casualties
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Trigger happy
02:41
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Lined up on their knees to satisfy my need to shoot
Make you smile before you die and leave you to the rats
Happy as can be, pulling my trigger
Hell is where I'll be when I'm done having as much fun as this
Stench of fear, smell of false hope, trying to beg in vain
No safety, no regrets, no mercy, no remorse
Daddy never thought that giving me a gun would kill so many
Twisted brain - Wrongful thoughts
Drenched in death - Foul humor
Practicing self-control - The doctors tell me lies
They say I'm getting there - I know I'm demented
I am trigger happy
To squeeze it, makes me smile, the bullet right in your heart
The bursting, of my gun, makes me grin
Corruption of my soul
God, I love my triggers
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Locked and loaded
03:35
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Passion I have - Powder's so good
Keep 'em loaded - I know I should
Stop this madness - I mean no harm
You should lay low - Until I sleep
Hiding in vain - I know you're there
You say crazy - I know I'm safe
Ready to slay - My guns are locked and loaded
I want you dead - Brains splattered
Armoire filled up with weapons
Trained in the art of death
Locked and loaded
Basement as sanctuary - My firearms are locked and loaded
My mind is at peace - With my artillery
Loaded guns in all the rooms of my house
Makes me feel sane to know that they're there
Loaded guns in all the rooms of my house
Makes me feel sane to know they're there
Ankle gun, pillow gun, pocket gun, all are loaded
Ankle gun, pillow gun, pocket gun, you are wasted
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Infidels
03:51
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Serving the one true God - In the name of freedom
Existence is futile - To kill is to live
Dying will bring me peace - Salvation achieved
Tonight you will die - For my own faith
I am sick and twisted - I will die tonight
I will bring your doom - And you will thank me now
I have a bomb strapped to my chest - Apocalypse is near your face
Hidden to the naked eye - Kill the infidels - I am infidel
I have no will to live - I want you to know this - ‘Cause you will now go boom
Blinded you will not see - That I am coming
You will not see me - Until you blow up
My goal is not to slay, but more to enslave
Your fate lies in my hands, you will not survive
I want you to know, I do not hate you
I only want to kill, your whole entire race
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Whiskey surgery
03:59
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I hear bones are scraping - Now I'm useless, muscles torn
Damn lead took me out quick - Left me for dead, gotta move
Let’s see what this looks like - Gotta go on, gotta go
What a mess, is this my flesh? - Gotta lose it, gotta cut
My squad's far away, left behind, infection's my fate
Gangrene spreading fast, rotting wound, vermin's come for me
Medic is just not quite my job and butcher is more like it
Grab a knife to slice this up, got my mickey by my side
If I must lose a limb like this, I might as well be drunk
I'll just waste myself sterile and I'll drink myself to health
My whiskey surgery
Struggle, use all I've got - Won't need this foot, gotta puke
Gushing pus and vomit - Damn it this hurts, gotta drink
My whiskey surgery - Passing out - Have another round on me
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For glory
03:42
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I will not be your minion - You will not command me
I will not lay my arms down - You'll never command me
The urge to kill inside - Fight in battle greatest honor
Guns ready to fire - Bring your army I am ready
War is my only goal - it's my life, it's my soul
War it's my way of life, for glory, on the field
Clean shot to the head is mine - I am ready for your challenge
You will not die in vain today - You will die only for glory
My eyes, fire, desire - I want it all, give me glory
Burn, true hell, one goal - Give me challenge, you are puny
Fail, I can't - I won't survive
One goal in mind: success, always
You won't live the night
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Days of our knives
03:55
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Memories of an empty soul
Clouded past shrouded in blood
Glimpses of the man I once was
Faint reminders of my life
Fantasies of my knife, deep within your guts
Dreaming of the days where knives ruled the land
Craving the days we were partners in crime
I miss those good ol' days
When licking knives was still part of us
Gutting enemies to their core - Using blades to mark our preys
Floating above sea of bodies - Trail of blood we left behind
Days of our knives come and go - Slay’em all, cut’em all
Days of our knives come and go - Surrounded by tortured souls
Days of our knives come and go - Pieces of dead flesh
Days of our knives come and go - Inflicting the lethal cut
Bounded by the laws of Earth
Locked up in a white lonely cell
Tied up by ignorant rules
Wishing I was free to carve
Wishing I was free to carve you
Blood on my hands, gives me my joy in life
Straight through the heart it went
You're on your knees
Your eyes roll back
Knife cuts your face, completely disfigured
A monster you now are
You're my puppet
Days of our knives
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Point blank
03:29
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The rifle pressed on your temple - Heated tip from the last shot
Having mercy's for the weak - I'd regret not shooting you
Pressure's building, clogging in my loins
No choice, one thing to do, annihilate you
Touching your skin - Headshot so easily done
Crying, begging, pleading - It's all in vain now
Ready to shoot - Point blank
Gleaming eyes results from pure joy - Finally getting satisfied
Pleading your life's not gonna help - Finger's on the trigger
Safely living as a virus infecting the ones not worthy of their lives
Scarcely ridding this planet of the poisons
That surround us, walking human trash
Proud of what I do, taking out garbage, with benefits
Death to all the scum, kill the parasites, at point blank
Tons of men like you I've destroyed without hesitation
One more to my body count ain't going to be affecting me
Murder's only relative to the person committing
The act of killing a man - I only serve my country
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The bonesaw
04:20
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Slicing through your skin - Experiment in progress
Tearing through your insides - Torture is my game
Tools of the trade are needed - Helping me in my quest
Murder is not key - Bones are my one passion
Human bones I cultivate
Getting them, my one mission
Human bones I cultivate
Make no mistake you are next
Cutting through your skull - Using my best tool
Cutting through your spine - My bonesaw is God
Blood pouring on my hands - Salvation’s almost here
Bone dust on the floor - Smells so sweet and satisfying
Grinding through your face
Puts a smile across mine
Peace finally obtained
Until my next victim
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Let's deflagrate
04:05
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This is a party for everyone that need some spice in their life
Bring your torches, your matches
Remorse no more, we've signed for Hell
Assembled with common interest enjoying the view we fabricated
Let's get this party started up - Ignition
Slowly crawling it takes your skin, smell of burnt hair inside your lungs
Veins stop flowing, vision's blurry, due to lack of - Oxygen
Despised by all you deserve, the fiery place that we're giving you
Oblivious to our warnings - Deflagrate
Flames consume this neighbourhood - Gather around, caught you
Trapped inside a ring of fire - Death is certain, meltdown
Catching prey's the boring part - Getting you in this house is so simple
Stuck with your mind, breathing ashes - Deflagrate the whole world
Brain functions are now shutting down
Blood clots invading your system
Slowly dying, you hear no more, only one wish - Please kill me
Ceiling's falling down on your head and you're thinking, did I live well
You piece of shit, this is fate - Deflagrate
Heart rate stops, lifeless and full of blood
Boiled skin oozing, creating a flood
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