fear you; yes. my scorn is strong
violence runs through my veins
resist the strike is hard
for the urge is the worst pain

understand will no one. i was born to kill
or at least thats what they say
force of habit is hard to break
i am going the wrong way

regressing as i raise my hand
but this is all i know
beaten mindless as a child
now mine will be the next to go

they set me free from my correction
not ready was i to leave
a nut they set lose upon these streets and this is what i believe

inherited this skill from the one who raised me best
a heart beat once found here is gone from her chest
take me away now for i have taken her
my anger leaves me fast
regret; remorse fills my chest
all from that last blast

fear me yes; my scorn is strong
violence runs through my veins
resist the strike is hard
for the act is the worst pain