Killing Machines

When I feel funky I take a few pills

Go out looking for humans to kill

I browse your clubs

streets

and your bars

Looking for humans

for spare parts

Sent here to spread the word of my god

And make better humans from all of these parts

I take mutant genes and splice in the rest

What I am making is a hell of a mess

Aberrations

perversions of the human form

Put in society where they are adored

This is my mission

creating killing machines

They kill the weak

hey they have my genes

In a primitive society I still do my best

God delivered me and is my witness

My frailed attempts at alien beings

Roam the earth with serial genes

Spliciing genes using human rage

God will delight in this warrior race