Shooter - Torque

My shuttered eyes a reflect from sound

Inside my head it’s going down

So many times I’ve walked this course

Turns out the same just like before

I love your pain when what’s done is done

But I never see 'cause I turn and run

Feel the lust burning inside

Taking out some mother-fuckers tonight

You’re feeling the pain

I make it so far from real

You’re dying, the pain

Is something that you need to feel

I’m drugged inside and feeling sick

I lurk in nothing just keeping hid

A mass abortion of what you adore

You fuck with me and I’ll severe the cord!

The thrill, the kill, the lead of intent

Direct from me 'cause I’m so fucking bent

Feel the lust burning inside

Taking out some mother-fuckers tonight

You’re feeling the pain

I make it so far from real

You’re dying, the pain

Is something that you need to feel

Like creeps with bricks and fuck your brains

These dogs on chains I wrap around your necks

I strangle life from rage just kicked with hate

The faggots of the day, as I so proudly say

Just struggle for me, struggle for me… STRUGGLE!

To feed my wild craze I hammer back and blow your ass away!

I’ve talked with Christ some thousand times

Just never seem to get it right

I scream for peace inside of the sin

The fuckin' rape that lets me in

A constant lie that keeps me on track

As I shoot you in your fucking back

Feel the lust burning inside

Taking out some mother-fuckers tonight

You’re feeling the pain

I make it so far from real

You’re dying, the pain

Is something that you need to feel