human target
thy art is murder
sow the seed of our destruction
spin the wheels of our corruption
with nothing left to feed the combines
we move onto a human target
choke down the bones of all below
we want the kill but we won't pull the trigger
pile the bodies in an unmarked grave
the fear is in the eye of victims we have chosen
to suffer at the hands of man
to wither in the heart of the wasteland
lacerate the limbs of the poorest of the children
watch them scatter through the fields of departed
and take aim at your prey
take aim at the human target
choke down the bones of all below
we want the kill but we won't pull the trigger
sacrifice the souls for the spoils of attrition
scatter the ashes of the innocent departed
and take aim at your prey
if you won't pull the trigger
everyone is a fucking target
everyone is a fucking target
everyone is a fucking target