1. VIOLENCE FOR THE SAKE OF VIOLENCE

You serve as an example
A feast for the murder
Black beaks rip at your tongue
While maggots feast on your lungs
Felt your gender crown slipping
While my trigger finger’s itching
You wrote laws to erase me
But you will never escape me

I will splay your ribs wide open
Filth falls for all to see
My contempt takes form
And takes away your everything
Slit throat and broken bones
Is all they’ll see when they drag you home
Curse another and find yourself cursed
Step to me and I’ll put you in a hearse

Violence for the sake of violence

You speak hate to the easily swayed
But think of me while you masturbate
Roaming round where my darkness lurks
You want me dead but I’ll kill you first
By the power vested in me
From the fires of damnation
I pronounce you sentenced to death
You may now kiss the blade

You say I’m a man but my dick lives in your head rent free so get on your knees and suck it you faggot motherfucker

Violence for the sake of violence
Blood for the sake of blood


2. FINDS THEM AND KILLS THEM

Find them
Kill them
Make them bleed

War, coming to your homes
Hunting row by row
Hatred I bestow
Upon your neck with a fatal blow

Find them
Kill them
Make them bleed
Snap another branch off their family tree


3. SWOON

If I had it my way
I’d peel back your scalp
And rend your sutures
To pick your brain
If I had it my way
I sink my teeth into the enemy
The antidote for your poison
I swoon at the taste of you bleeding

I’ll teach you fear
Feed you your flesh
Pray to deaf ears
Your organs blessed

Blessed by my hate
Sanctified by steel
Exaltation of the pain you feel

You become my pulpit
My altar to violence
When I’ve bled you pale
Go to sleep in your bed of nails

Is there anything sweeter than hatred?
More decadent than revenge?
I sink my teeth into the enemy
I swoon at the taste of you bleeding

You become the portrait of pain
The paradigm of agony


4. BANQUET FOR RATS (FEAT. GING)

Point your crooked finger somewhere else
Keep my people out of your mouth
I’ve heard enough of the shit that you sell
The call is coming from inside of your house

My agenda is
Death of your ideals
My agenda is
You fear like we fear

You go to a banquet for rats
In a dress made of cheese
Don’t be surprised to find
Your home infested with fleas
My skin burns
Beneath the shadow of the crucifix
My stomach turns
At every word you pious bitch

My agenda is
Death of your ideals
My agenda is
You fear like we fear

My dreams smells like death
I will bury your bones
Reaper’s sweet caress
Lets my fury flow

Lies, rage, pain, all you create is hate, stoke the flames, burn your shame, I’ll devastate, break, your bigot domain


5. TARGET PRACTICE (FEAT. SANITY SLIP)

I’ll wear your teeth as a fucking necklace
And set fire to all of Texas
Tell me I don’t exist
When your nose meets my iron fist

My cup runneth over
With the roses in your veins
Your days are numbered
My bullets etched with names

Target practice
That’s all your life is worth

I’ll rip you from the hands of your god
Dragged to hell where you belong

No terfs on my turf
Genocide, erase them from the earth
Target practice is all you’re worth
My boot, your face in the fucking dirt

One of yours
For each of mine
You’re living on borrowed time
Talked your shit
Had your chance
You put this gun in my hand