Arise

In your hands there's a newpolished "45, it boosts your ego and the trigger
makes you king, innocence can't cut the troaths of your victims, in your
head there's a plague released by your, evil "I".
[Chorus]
Just take a look in the mirror, you'll see yourself with horns,
a man not too unfamiliar, but you have not seen him before.
Oh... your hand are dirty, the stains of blood will never leave.
In your past there's a little boy who wets the bed, picked on for life.
But the time has come for a bloody revenge, your parents went first to taste
a bit of your newfound pride, the world will pay and you'll walk the streets
with your head held high.