Preaching all of your stories, deception is your vice
Giving up your secrets, breaking too many lives
Pictures of your victims falling, take them by surprise
Fantasies in your mind start calling, a pleasure you can't describe

You're just a killer, killer, killer
Killer with social disease
You're just a killer, killer, killer
Lay down your killing machines

Those voices in your head, got no place to hide
Driving you to follow the path every time
Reaping in the human harvest, faith forever despised
Bathing in your new found glory, your memory it will survive

Lay down your killing machines