200 Bodies Per Minute Songtext / Lyric

Seething slaughter, belief in slaughter

Eternal trauma for sons and daughters, yours



Skinning the saw blade, loving the raw blade

Kin to the sharp edge, loyal to nothing less



Born without a clue why the inclination to dream of homicide

Makes me feel... something






This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes

Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn



Cruising for tyranny, evil soliciting

Whoring for justice crushing with such brute force



Breathing hostility, feeding the fire in me

I am the weapon embrace the weapon of choice



This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes

Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn

I am the instrument of terror in the name of all fortified souls

of every murdered heart