I turn into John Gotti once you've got me in the hot seat,
Make you think that you got me, then turn into a nazi.
Only twice more killer than Hitler,

'cause blood's more than a filler, It's sustenance to a sinner,
the main course at my dinner, cause I am a blood spiller,
Syphon it through a filter, 'till my world's gone of kilter:
a little bit tipsy, a little over the top, see?

Now my life's topsy turvy due the master I'm serving,
His hatreds unnerving, a slow to surface disease,
A noose 'round my throat, a noose made of deceipt
It's depleting my instincts 'till it my flesh i'm eating
But no masacyst's here, I've cried canibal tears

To a chorus of cheers from inner demons I fear
Alive and well in my soul, they turn my nerve endings cold
But atleast I know it's my own, the one thing i've not sold
Despite vernacular slaughter that asks why I bother,

After seeing myself faulter in the face of the Father.
But it's the evil that's in me that composes my stature,
that Kept me just outta capture,
So I'm better than Gotti and those faggots called Nazi's,

I might be run ragged, but my enemies have not got me,
And for now that's enough, these punks think themselves tough,
But when I get back home, VENGEANCE BE ABRUPT!