500 Dead People

Night time has come
 Another hunt has begun
 Balls out, I’m like a loaded gun
 You think you are a friend of mine
 Can’t be with that lack of spine
 My gun works fine

 When I look at you I see
 A dead man looking back at me

 You’ve crossed the line one too many times

 You smile at me
 Not able to see
 Easy to hide my twisted personality
 I put you to sleep
 And take a ride with the Devil
 My enemies will bleed, bleed

 When I look at them I see
 500 dead people looking back at me

 They’ve crossed the line one too many times

 Their pages are written
 Their dices are cast
 Their books are closed
 More heads for my collection

 When I look at them I see
 500 dead people looking back at me

 They keep coming to me
 I keep tracking them down