You put me in the clutches of sin Making me a burning specimen Of worn animosity, just to aspire Leaving absolutely nothing behind But now it seems that the tables have turned Another dead end, another lesson learned One good turn deserves another So here it is, motherfucker You're just a semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine And I've gone ballistic Tooth and scratch Give me an axe to grind A practice made perfect, matter over mind I've got the urge, I've got the urge To clean up this place of your scourge If cleanliness is next to Godliness Then that would make you the devil Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike But the first law of nature is to defend one's life You're just a semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine And I've gone ballistic Mine eyes have seen the glory Mine eyes have seen the glory Grapes of wrath Grapes of wrath You're just a semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine And I've gone ballistic And you're just a statistic
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