straight razor and a flick of the wrist 
Brass knuckles and a willing fist 
big knife and a little-scream 
They do wonders for my self-esteem 
Warm blood and a cold embrace 
The catch is better than the chase 
They all ask why I'm doing this 
Violense is bliss 
 [bad word]  

What you see 
All I know to be 
Is a madman out of a killing spree 
One thing I say 
I did it all my way 
Gave rise to the dawn of the dying age 
When I feel the urge 
And it's starting to surge 
Soon I'm blowing like an atom bonb 
When [bad word] 
Your [bad word] to an end 
I'm going, going, going, going, gone 

Two things that I can't ignore 
Dark nights and an unlocked door 
I get the feeling and I follow through 
I get high like I'm sniffing glue 
It's time to let the [bad word] 
This really helps my self-confidence 
Blood only for this hedonist 
Violence is bliss 
 [bad word]  

[Solo: Lee] 
[Solo: Gary] 

I never leave any tell tale traces 
Only fear fronzen on dead faces 
An [bad word] of depravity 
It's the best kind of therapy 
I always flee the scene of the crime 
No victims, left to drop the dime 
So many lives yet to be dismissed 
Violence is bliss