Drawn and Quartered

Kill For My Master

Drawn and Quartered


In this hole lives the wicked king 
In darkness I emerge from filth and isolation 
In my wake, paranoia epidemic 
Blood sprays as your brain is ventilated 

Kill for my master - Random assassin 
I am a monster - Kill for my Master 

I turn children into killers 
Turned into a killer, I am the son 
Blasted with my .44 if you catch my fancy 
Smitten by a bloody hail of lead 

Voices commanding - Kill for my master 
Psychic Transmission - From ancient demons 

Do you know my master? 

In this hole lives the wicked king 
This night I emerge, machine gun at the ready 
To prey upon the panic-stricken herd 
You will spend all summer counting the bodies 

Kill for my master 
Kill