Martyr Arsenal Firearms

This is what I called, the dark side of God
A quest for the lost heart of christianity
I called for you once, three, six times
But you never seem to be here

So then I'm unwatched
Gonna do whatever I want
I'll send nine, twelve, fiftheen souls to the purge
See you in hell

My lung breath fire
Feels like I'm getting raped in hell
Feels good to kill, it became a cured shell

It's a necessity, for my sociopath's skills
So run, run very fast
Don't let me caught you