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
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
waiting the end
The [bad word] red, screams of pain
Released by victims of my bullet rain 

Kill, killing is my [bad word] 
My gun is my God
You will suffer my slug