always knew i could never conform
to your society, your weak set of rules
but no one knew where this could lead
from misanthrophy to horrible deeds
rush hour, masses moving down the street
i'm walking among them, just like one of them
holding my uzi under my coat
soon i'll let it sing, i let your blood float
it's the urban machinegun massacre
thousands of bodies falling down dead
a relief for me, a tragedy for others
i love their screams, i love that sound
doing my best for the maximum body count
i will be shot by the special forces
it's all right, i knew it would happen
after all everybody dies sooner or later
i'm just speeding things, i'm a death's little helper
it's the urban machinegun massacre
this is my day and people will remember
the massacre in courtesy of me
traumatising their lifes for years
every step they take they think about
the possibility of machinegun massacre
they don't dare sending their kids to school
they don't dare walking to work
cause they remember me...
