Demanufacture

Desensitized by the values of life Maligned and despaired by government lies Revenge is so strong I taste it on my tongue My gun will be Your angel of mercy Dislocated by the eyes of disdain Abused beyond recognition I can't hope with The madness abounding Blasts in my head Of gunfire resounding Firing relentless Killing the senses I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect I am the thorn In your eye I am the thorn In your eye I am the thorn In your eye I am the thorn In your eye Revenge is so strong I taste it on my tongue My gun will be Your angel of mercy I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect