This is my death creation in a world of defloration
The shadows of the dying are running through my head
This suicide generation, one world, one devastation
Your war is what I feed on, the war between your gods
The world is my own playground, a place of butchery
Come and take my gifts now, you will all be free
Consuming destruction, I am the lord of war
I'm selling your weapons, one for me and one for all
The breeding of hatred, the only thing that's pure
Give me your fuckin' money and give me all your goddamn souls
I hear the bullets flying, this is the sound of cash
Black bags across the landscape, the smell of rotting flesh
Children with guns in their hands, circle of life is lost
The only thing in my mind is, when will I sell again
You call me inhuman, you say I'm not like you
But this is my world, baby, that's why I have no home
