44 Magnum Opus

Can't withhold my anger won't control my rage my bloodlust will be sated
I'm locked and loaded ready to engage kill everything I've always hated
A motherfuking Van Gogh with a gun about to paint his masterpiece
Blow the world into oblivion paint with the blood of the deceased

Fire away put your body on display build myself a tower of decay.
A symphony written in human debris art and murder true synonymy
No appeal, no "I got a raw deal", I don't give a fuck one thing is clear I've got a deaf ear
You better shut your mouth and duck when I get a taste of laying everyone to waste
My hunger won't subside I won't ever stop till the last body drops let the bullet be my guide
The virtue of vice in my bloody paradise a portrait of gore
My .44 Magnum My .44 magnum opus

Bodies are the canvas, ammo the cision for my greatest work of art
I'm waging my own inquisition tearing everything apart
I'm building a monument to horror a temple to divine
Remembrance to those I've massacred death the grand design

People will stare in disbelief and awe when they see what I've created
Still life, no life beautiful and raw the world will be captivated
Never have they seen something so ambitious like nothing done before
A work so terrible and vicious a masterpiece of gore