Turn the
lights down low
And bolt
the door up
Future is
coming
Future
rising up
Whoa
Shotgun
blast, a demon piece of lead
With both
eyes open
I wait up
for the kill
Feel the
evil
Feel the
heat as I blast you open
Death comes
ripping
And it's
going, death comes ripping
You feel
the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your
back out
And death
comes ripping out
Flesh and
blood
Too weak
for you
Turning it
over
A little
too late to penetrate
Death comes
ripping
And it's
going, death comes ripping
You feel
the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your
back out
Death comes
ripping
And it's
going, death comes ripping
You feel
the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your
back out
Death comes
ripping
And I know
that death comes ripping out
Whoa, Whoa,
Whoa, Whoa
Whoa
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