Bullet With A Name

Frozen to death, gone cold by the words on your lips

Guns fire and the little children raise their hands and say

Today is the day of our great and mighty savior

This is the day that we see the great satan fall to shame

A bullet fires in the crowd and the pink mist is now made

One fallen body now makes up for all of their sins

Don't make this one a saint keep "It" on the shelf of hatred

You're not even a human anymore you've stooped to a new low

Lower the lowest you aren't even one with the underdog

Give me the weapon to work out my frustration

Hand me the key to unlock the door of misery

Fire the rifle that has a round for each enemy

Infinint ammo is proved for that is the number of their name

I hate you is what I udder when I write your name

As I place it on the bullet with ink that never goes away

This one was made just for you and it will go into the middle of your head

There will be no tears for you, there will cries of great joy

The world will see that you are a monster and I have killed their foe

The time is coming when you will be washed away

The time is now, get ready to die