Verse 1

Death in the confines of where you lay// finding
it harder and harder to kill myself today
deep inside the minds numb the pain with sessions
drowning deeper and deeper into depression
starting to see the truth beyond the weed// knowing
full well that I am the devils demon seed
acts of hatred imbedded inside of my head// too
much energy wasted, wanting someone dead
the pleasure it brings to see the death of someone you hate// to
being them final justice, sealing their fate
never to be heard from again your soul will not ascend// but
brought back to the fiery pits of hell, you’ll meet your end
you can’t defend, don’t even try to pretend// that
you’re stronger than I you have no one to depend on
because all the bridges are burned there is no turning back// as
I bring forth my power for my final attack

Chorus

Murderous Intent, the only thing we trust
A haze of hate in the mind, a blood-lust
No need for fear, no need for alarmin’
Murderous Intent that’s the way we solve our problems

Verse 2

– I’m not a killer, I just get possessed // I’m
Iller than an aids patient that’s never been blessed
I get a giant feeling of invincibility // in my
Head creeps the stench of instability
No one’s killin me, no one’s comin close
So if you even try, I’m goin for your throat
So when you see me with my eyes glazed red
It’s not the weed, it’s a demon in my head
All that means is that all I see is evil
Someone has to start with my soul retrieval
But it’s not easy slaughter eases the pain
A crimson river in the path of the slain
A desire so intense that it bends the laws of physics
I dream a sequence and the spirits get with it
Go back in time to kill you? that’s some horse shit
I’d just convince your mom to have an abortion

Chorus

Murderous Intent, the only thing we trust
A haze of hate in the mind, a blood-lust
No need for fear, no need for alarmin
Murderous Intent that’s the way we solve our problems

Verse 3

There you stand in a desert of crosses
the destiny of my fate depends on this
to start off you won’t match my speed// as
I’m blazed right now, I’m quicker because of the weed
the hell released in my eternal fury// as
I thirst for the blood of the twelve person jury
Technique number one is the Glove of Banished Souls
you will enter the black void, brimstone, feel the scold
Technique number two is called the Cookie Cutter
cut through your internal organs like a hot knife through butter
Technique Number Three is the speed of the Shunpo// slashing
up the body widening the blood flow
and that only leaves Technique number four, final strike// I
can’t help it if you’re terribly disliked
sorry about fucking you up I’m just high
Technique number five Tensa Zangetsu, my BAN-KAI!

Chorus

Murderous Intent, the only thing we trust
A haze of hate in the mind, a blood-lust
No need for fear, no need for alarmin
Murderous Intent that’s the way we solve our problems