Toxocara

I see his face in the back of my mind
Hes the only one there and not hard to find
I see his cold dead eyes staring out at me
Burning my memory, reminding me
I shot a man, killed him stone cold dead
I put two bullets inside of his head
I piled up his body , in a neat stack
Then called the number, into the big shack
I feel the cold hand of death on my shoulder
I feel myself getting bolder and bolder
Hes like my new father, hes comforting me
Death said his son, like every father should
His voice whispered calm, and strong as he stood
Look into his eyes, deep down inside him
Holding him in place, gripping trembling limbs
Youve got a lot to kill to catch up to me
So, get busy, son, get on our killing spree
I took his words and made them my own
My hands arent stained, no blood anywhere
Theres just (the) smell of death in the air
This is my future in this war
This is what Im here for
To kill more and more!
Not like before!
Kill more and more!
Not like before!
Not now. Not ever!
Not like before, kill more and more!
I took his words and made them my own
With my first dead man seeds had been sown
My hands arent stained, no blood anywhere
Theres just (the) smell of death in the air
This is my future in this war
This is what Im here for!
[ Suffice to Prevent Lyrics ]