Chemical Ability - Direct Hit!

You’re alone in a blacked-out room, bound feet pressed to the floor

On your own, been attacked, but soon long teeth, less lack of gore

Drug of choice taken minutes before hooded men walked through your door

Quiet voice, clicking latch, that score’s settled quick but you need more

You’re alone in a white-lit hall, bloodied hands clutch torn-up meat

Monotone humming, bright, spit pooled round stance cut, short of sleep

Stagger up to the brushed steel door, tear the whole thing off the wall

Dagger fangs, at a hush, still bored, bared soul: «I'll kill you all»

Now the fast’s in the past, and at last you can eat your fill at will

Singing on and on and on and on

This song’s the one you’ll never write down

And you won’t remember it when you wake up on a concrete floor among the

dismembered

Not right or natural

A factual reality, a chemical ability to kill

You’re alone in a blacked out room keeping dark thoughts from your brain

Ringing phone, gin and crack festooned on the floor to keep you sane

You await for the mutation to approach and end your life

All of this just a ruse built up, just a joke to end sore spite

Now the fast’s in the past and at last gotta eat your fill at will

Hands, feet, heart, meat, repeat, no feat, keep up on kills

Hot breath on your neck, cold sweats gonna end your sorry life

Singing on and on and on and on

This song’s the one you’ll never write down

And you won’t remember it when you wake up on a concrete floor among the

dismembered

Not right or natural

A factual reality, a chemical ability to kill

It’s not natural, no

The actual ability to kill