Suicide Run - Hatriot

Out of his mind and out of control

The sting of the whip has

Yet buried His soul

To carry on with blood on his hands

Wreckless intent to destroy all he can

Don’t care to die, so fuck all who try

Revenge and vengeance is never denied

Begging for your life

Will not help your cause

Now committing murder

Awaiting hells applause

In a drug filled craze

He fulfills his rage by

Inflicting his own brand

Of torment and the death

He brings, that fall into his

Plan chaos and mayhem will

Be done, the moon will

Swallow the sun

This is to be his suicide run

And kill and kill and kill

And kill and kill

Hunting down his enemies

Destroying one by one

Not giving any pity or

Remorse, for what he’s done

The killer lives inside him, it

Has nowhere to go

Eventually he’ll fall as the story goes