I can feel they show for me Cause I am the violence itself My eyes pointed straight at victim I see his body going down For years I've let them pick on me Now we are gathered to fight back Unity is needed for the victory This fire of proud burns deep inside I stand with an axe in my hand Determined to crush his skull His eyes with fear and agony Stare at me and beg for mercy I raise my weapon to the sky As the butcher in me comes forth The sense to chop is flooding me The axe goes down and splits his brain The wound is wide open His blood flows down His clothes coloured red His shoes inside wet The body crashes down on the ground As darkness turns the red blood black With my knife I scalp his face His wet skin I use as hanky Ripped out eyebowls I put in his mouth He's punished for his existence I feel satisfied and free In search for others the axe is clean