Bloodline

I don’t need a reason

I let violence guide my hand

I am the angry season

I was born to end your bloodline

Call it revenge

Call it haunting the bad man

Queen Kerosene

Executing the deadpan

Deliver us from the silence of head-bangs

Nights are for folklore

Nights are for night pain

A terror tide with the flick of my wrist

Esta noche

A night rock and a quickity-quick crime

Don’t threaten me with the promise of good times

I don’t need a reason

I don’t need a reason

I do not need a reason

I was born to end your bloodline