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