Chalk It Up to Utter Blindness
In days of blood I made my name,
in tears of blood I’ll face my shame.
Not one of you can face my fire
my guns blaze in midnight ire.
Another falls with sickening grace
and your life I cannot replace.
Nor do I intend to try.
Wander, fall, fire and crawl.
Bleed, fear, fire and call.
Draw faster than the Devil himself
kill fast and collect your wealth.
Walk into Hell and trash the place
walk in and kill ‘cause I see your face.
Your eyes still haunt me.
Get on your knees and bleed for me!
Get on your knees and scream for me!
Get on your knees and cry for me!
Get on your knees and die for me!
Even death can’t stop me now!
Gods will laugh as they softly cry
one by one they fall and die.
They wither and burn under midnight’s sun
as death claims them from the barrel of my gun.
In days of blood I made my name,
in tears of blood I’ll take my blame
There is nothing else left.
I’ll never give up my ghost,
and that is what will hurt me most.
As pieces of my soul burn in Hell
I cannot see how far I fell.
I’ve killed the best of all that can be
now one of you must kill me.
I cannot do it myself.