Bullets Are Mine

Murder, another dead found

Covered with blood

Body nailed to the ground

Murder in the first degree

Died on his knees

On every charge I am guilty

The bullets are mine

Crying, dying victim crying

Tears are falling from the eye

A witness to my parricide

Mother, raped beyond belief

Her head decorated the wall

On every charge I am guilty

The bullets are mine

Lying in the garden of stone

Awaiting the end

The river runs red, screams of pain

Released by victims of my bullet rain

Kill, killing is my drug

My gun is my god

You will suffer my slug