Bullets are Mine — Grave

Murder, another db found Covered with blood Body nailed to the ground

Murder, in the first degree Died on his knees On every charge I am quilty

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 decorates the wall On every charge I am quilty

The bullets are mine

Lying in the garden of stone A waiting 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