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I think about you baby
When I lay down to sleep
I long to lick your trigger
And take the soul to reap
Death becomes my obsession
All life is my possession
I feel the need to kill
Again, I know I will

I take all life
When my handgun by my side
I have control
No time to cry when the breath is gone

I hear his sight, I’m going crazy
Come baby, come right on my face
And leave the body down to waste

Blood explodes from your pierced head
Your heart no longer beats
Yeah! You’re already dead

When my handgun starts to speak
The night black, cold and wild
I hear your whisper in my head
I have to help them die
I have to see them dead!

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