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