in a safe place, a black briefcase with secure latches
time to return to the one I was, submerged in pure madness
the phone call I received ended with a promise made
talk is made, much like the few who know me, I was taught to slay
there's no chance anyone facing wrath can even hop away
never happened before, never going to, and not today
my friends invited over, babysitting pop stars
for old time's sake, I helped them out, hidden in cop cars
...around every corner lurks a devious threat
best dread the artist leaving streaked graffiti of red
unless information's sought, it's immediate death
I'm alert, keyed in to hearts beating in chests
...scaring myself with the repeated ease of success
what I call relaxing, killers treat as a stress
the hunter and the prey, a hundred to spray today
going through my list, checking it twice, the bullet ballet
no valet, I'm driven and the park is mine
heart is keyed in to architecture of a dark design, park the line
right between what you expected and the threshold of your pain
neural networks engulfed in the flames
when I strike, there isn't a god who can save you
running though religions, seeking out a name who
may do something more for you than the previous
but odds are good you'll be laid out with the hedonists
you're talking with a mouthful of gums and keep repeating it
each thing I speak is a promise, I putting shark teeth in it
keys to the castle and the king has returned
match and the gasoline, I'm bringing the burn
strapped to a chair, defiant in a dank basement
electrified with my designed interrogation
the bare bulb flickers when a question's avoided
no holy water, blood and sweat is the annointment
the rictus of the vindictive tendons try to escape skin
I'm old testament god, they've committed a great sin
somewhere between a grin and a grimace is my payback
can I get an amen, my daughter the needle in this haystack
retraced steps from airports to private auction
emasculating Lotharios and security teams often
I'm lost in the need to save the princess
outside of a spot for family, my heart is where the Grinch slept
instead of hope and a future, enemies lives are at stake
burn them down with Salem witches, violent is hate
there's no surviving the wraith whose eyes are a gate to personal hells
surveying their weakness and is immersed in it well
no mirth, just a trail of leftover human breadcrumbs
the few left alive to send a message are short of breath, stunned
so let's run the table and watch the chairman bleed
vengeance is mine with racing bullets, so spare the speech