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The disgusting blood stained tiger, my mask of choice

Golden fists of fury, to destroy what's left in their heads

Mobster, trash, they did this to me

I don’t know where I am

I’ll fucking waste them all

It’s the voices from my phone

It’s the mask upon my face

It’s the faces in my dreams

It’s the voices in my head

Instructions from an unknown voice

Is it theirs or from my head

If I don't do what they say will they just find someone else

They're sitting white ducks

My rampage can’t be stopped

Endless supply of weapons

Leaving piles as they die

It’s the voices from my phone

It’s the mask upon my face

It’s the faces in my dreams

It’s the voices in my head

Do you like hurting other people?

I’m not crazy but why aren’t you dead?

Tell me why these fucking walls aren’t painted, red

I’m dressed to kill

Don Juan, Tony, Zack and Joans,

The only companions I trust

There's no one left to spare

Will God forgive me for my sins

New shoes to Fill

New skin to process

Beast or man, nothing will get in my way

I’ll find out who's behind this

None of them will ever stop me