Lyrics The Psycho Realm - Art Of Execution

The Psycho Realm
ART OF EXECUTION
(G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez)
(Jacken)
Lets start this with scandalous war criminals
Who act heartless, parade in harmfest
Don't let arms rest and dwell in darkness
Our search accomplished finding fugitives who're in hiding
Crime abiding, ridingthe storm
Spilling blood people dying
The innocent recive evil sent lead, die in bewilderment
Evidence on puzzled faces leave traces of killer's scent
Why'd you kill'em for?
They weren't part of any war, now they're scarred
You can run but oyu can't hide from bounty squads
Murder dogs at execution point wait with blood lust
Sound unjust but you will be targeted when the guns bust
Hook:
look out, bullets are going to fly like rain
And anybody taht's meant to die will get slain
Trained ourselves to kill ignore pain
And now were spraying these bullets holes in your frame
Execution style murdering is entering
In your town like wild wind
Coming in murder bells are ringing
And our souls are full of sin
And singing about execution
(Duke)
The art of making your body fall apart
Is brought to a start instruction of god
The enemy is tied to poles and then shot
Courtesy of the bullet-bring murder squad
Leaders on the opposite side of us lie
Get set up execution-style and then die
Looking at the grey of the sky
The eyes of victim are full of surprise and ask why?
Why you want fill us with holes and kill those
That wrote out justice for the people
Fuck that, the govering old man is cold
And responsible for the souls that got stole
(Jacken)
Tie 'em, to a pole release their soul
Cover their eyes they se no more
Blind to the fate they're headed for
Feeling the pain from bullet holes
A waiting execution, fusion of the bullet-flesh union
Leaving your numb,few guns is all it takes
For you to die at the stake, break you some
Of fed proper pop a gun you're ammo stopper
Rock a felon with body droppers nobody stop us
Coppers stand by and observe the nerve of post-war operas
We walk the crooked path
Payback wrath with a trigger blast
Last laugh but the aftermath, we murder too
Now we wear the killer's mask
Hook:
look out, bullets are going to fly like rain
And anybody taht's meant to die will get slain
Trained ourselves to kill ignore pain
And now were spraying these bullets holes in your frame
Execution style murdering is entering
In your town like wild wind
Coming in murder bells are ringing
And our souls are full of sin
And singing about execution