I wake up in the night and see demonic type of figures

I hear voices in my head that speak most ominous of whispers

Convince me I'ma burn in Hell and heavily considered

Built relations with a burner since I'll burn with all the sinners

Tell me you can save me, f*ck opinions of a minister

Religions, something sinister, designed to keep us prisoner

Marksman when I spit I hit 'em dead center

Spill their guts when I rip 'em, call me Jack Reaper

Cut 'em up and dig a hole, just throw the bodies in it

When conviction starts to sit in, tend to numb to feelings

I Grab a pistol and some bullets, call my schizophrenic friends

I Find a victim worth a purge and let the psycho play again.