Make Them Bleed

Searching for the way
For what brings this life purpose
Not carnal, nor monetary
But the thrill of something much more
Death is but a tool to reach beyond this empty space
I have in my hands the power to sever the threads of fate
For greater purpose, for common goal
I'd rather be a villain than another complacent fool
I'd rather end the wait
Just to watch them bleed

You think there will be no effect
You think that your actions will go unchecked
These wastes of human skin take for granted the odds to be breathing again
I'm so sick of inaction
I'm so sick of delay from intemperate rage
Wrathful be the weight behind my purpose
As I sharpen the tools of my trade

Let it be known on this day
I proclaim the mark of stigmatic hate
To cull the burdens of earth
To completely eradicate, make them bleed
For their ends will justify my means
Vengeance akin to perdition unleashed
I will hunt you with every fucking breath I take
You will bleed

I proclaim the mark of stigmatic hate
Make them see, make them bleed
For their ends will justify my means