Music:HallmanLyrics:Terror They say, a mans future, is predetermined, and he is powerless to intervene But does that explain, the missing bodies, the tortured souls? Was it moral deviation from the Gods? That crippled his soul? Sowed the seeds, of festering anger, resentment And tortured him with rage Towards an unfeeling universe Driven, by a need to vent Hatred, hatred, hatred Driven, by a need to inflict Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance Is this simply, your lust for power, your sick perverted form of self-expression? Driving, your tendency to murder, the innocent For they are the victims And it's outcome incidental to sadistic purpose Pleading, you pray for your release, haunted, by your private evil demons Over, powered, again you loose the fight, killing Yet another helpless victim Always dreaming of your capture Driven, by a need to vent Hatred, hatred, hatred Driven, by a need to inflict Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance Now, I await your capture, I, can, predict your punishment Bullets, tearing, apart your body, firing squad, will end your life Watching, your vile carcass, burning in the chair Lethal injection killing, rejoicing in your death Now, I await your capture Firing squad, will end your life Watching, your vile carcass Rejoicing, in your death! You are, the hunted I, will, hunt you down You are, the hunted I, will, hunt you down
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