Psycho Realm - Art of Execution lyrics
[Psycho Realm - Art of Execution lyrics]
Let's start this with
Scandalous war criminals
Who act heartless, parade in harmfest
Don't let arms rest and dwell in darkness
Our search accomplished finding
Fugitives who're in hiding
Crime abiding, ridingthe storm
Spilling blood people dying
The innocent recive evil sent lead
Die in bewilderment
Evidence on puzzled faces leave
Traces of killer's scent
Why'd you kill'em for?
They weren't part of any war
Now they're scarred
You can run but oyu can't
Hide from bounty squads
Murder dogs at execution point
Wait with blood lust
Sound unjust but you will be
Targeted when the guns bust
Look out, bullets are going to fly like rain
And anybody taht's meant to
Die will get slain
Trained ourselves to kill ignore pain
And now were spraying these bullets
Holes in your frame
Execution style murdering is entering
In your town like wild wind
Coming in murder bells are ringing
And our souls are full of sin
And singing about execution
The art of making your body fall apart
Is brought to a start instruction of god
The enemy is tied to poles and then shot
Courtesy of the bullet-bring murder squad
Leaders on the opposite side of us lie
Get set up execution-style and then die
Looking at the grey of the sky
The eyes of victim are full
Of surprise and ask why?
Why you want fill us with
Holes and kill those
That wrote out justice for the people
Fuck that, the govering old man is cold
And responsible for the souls that got stole
Tie 'em, to a pole release their soul
Cover their eyes they se no more
Blind to the fate they're headed for
Feeling the pain from bullet holes
A waiting execution
Fusion of the bullet-flesh union
Leaving your numb, few guns is all it takes
For you to die at the stake, break you some
Of fed proper pop a gun you're ammo stopper
Rock a felon with body
Droppers nobody stop us
Coppers stand by and observe
The nerve of post-war operas
We walk the crooked path
Payback wrath with a trigger blast
Last laugh but the aftermath, we murder too
Now we wear the killer's mask
Look out, bullets are going to fly like rain
And anybody that's meant to
Die will get slain
Trained ourselves to kill ignore pain
And now were spraying these bullets
Holes in your frame
Execution style murdering is entering
In your town like wild wind
Coming in murder bells are ringing
And our souls are full of sin
And singing about execution
Scandalous war criminals
Who act heartless, parade in harmfest
Don't let arms rest and dwell in darkness
Our search accomplished finding
Fugitives who're in hiding
Crime abiding, ridingthe storm
Spilling blood people dying
The innocent recive evil sent lead
Die in bewilderment
Evidence on puzzled faces leave
Traces of killer's scent
Why'd you kill'em for?
They weren't part of any war
Now they're scarred
You can run but oyu can't
Hide from bounty squads
Murder dogs at execution point
Wait with blood lust
Sound unjust but you will be
Targeted when the guns bust
Look out, bullets are going to fly like rain
And anybody taht's meant to
Die will get slain
Trained ourselves to kill ignore pain
And now were spraying these bullets
Holes in your frame
Execution style murdering is entering
In your town like wild wind
Coming in murder bells are ringing
And our souls are full of sin
And singing about execution
The art of making your body fall apart
Is brought to a start instruction of god
The enemy is tied to poles and then shot
Courtesy of the bullet-bring murder squad
Leaders on the opposite side of us lie
Get set up execution-style and then die
Looking at the grey of the sky
The eyes of victim are full
Of surprise and ask why?
Why you want fill us with
Holes and kill those
That wrote out justice for the people
Fuck that, the govering old man is cold
And responsible for the souls that got stole
Tie 'em, to a pole release their soul
Cover their eyes they se no more
Blind to the fate they're headed for
Feeling the pain from bullet holes
A waiting execution
Fusion of the bullet-flesh union
Leaving your numb, few guns is all it takes
For you to die at the stake, break you some
Of fed proper pop a gun you're ammo stopper
Rock a felon with body
Droppers nobody stop us
Coppers stand by and observe
The nerve of post-war operas
We walk the crooked path
Payback wrath with a trigger blast
Last laugh but the aftermath, we murder too
Now we wear the killer's mask
Look out, bullets are going to fly like rain
And anybody that's meant to
Die will get slain
Trained ourselves to kill ignore pain
And now were spraying these bullets
Holes in your frame
Execution style murdering is entering
In your town like wild wind
Coming in murder bells are ringing
And our souls are full of sin
And singing about execution