I see their faces
And they all look the same
More like cattle
Awaiting the bolt of the brain
Loathsome insects on a ball of dirt
I am the pesticide
As vermin, an infestation
I, exterminator
My hands bloodied again and again
Only fit for obliteration
Welcome cataclysm
An end to the madness
Wipe them from the earth
I hear their voices
So much of nothing spoken
Precipitating murder
Floodgates of violence opened
Only fit for obliteration
Welcome cataclysm
An end to the madness
Wipe them from the earth
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
