Paroles de Kill

He's just a face in the crowd,
A nondescript man,
A dim witted mouthful of lies.
Football on the tv,
Beer in the hand,
The extend of his rational depth.
He's a god fearing man,
A while beating fuck,
A vacuous flag waving fool.
Rip out his heart,
Feed him his dick,
Gut him like a hamstrung deer.
Kill,
Kill that man...