The Good Life

They
They're in the light
They're in the crystals in the light
The electricity burns
My brain my face
My heart my soul
It screams through my pores
And out of my eyes
Am I just a dirty whore?

They
They're out to get me
They're hunting me
And I hunt as well
I'll prey on them
Before they get me
I know where they live
They lie in the shadows
Of the evil heart
Death to a hunted hunter

They
They're all going pay
My speedy sense of justice
Fills their shadowed heart
With the righteous light
Of razor sharp steel
The aorta of evil
Is inside their being
And the massacre is called for
Come to feast upon death

[Life is Good]