my bloody hands
do they prove you're right?
darkly red
dripping as i walk
the soft pitter patter
of my latest victim
with the music blasting
my ears blaring with anger
angst, rebellion, destruction
all that i hear
visions of games
more violent than any you've seen
mutilation, torture, death
all that i see
all these people you blame
driving their lives downward
yet downward to you
is upward for me
the more you blame and hate
the more i love and enjoy
death to the protesters
to the haters
death to the people
whom blame the innocent
my bloody hands
do they prove you right?
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