Kill For My Master - Drawn And Quartered

In this hole lives the wicked king

In darkness I emerge from filth and isolation

In my wake, paranoia epidemic

Blood sprays as your brain is ventilated

Kill for my master — Random assassin

I am a monster — Kill for my Master

I turn children into killers

Turned into a killer, I am the son

Blasted with my .44 if you catch my fancy

Smitten by a bloody hail of lead

Voices commanding — Kill for my master

Psychic Transmission — From ancient demons

Do you know my master?

In this hole lives the wicked king

This night I emerge, machine gun at the ready

To prey upon the panic-stricken herd

You will spend all summer counting the bodies

Kill for my master

Kill