Music and Lyrics: Gary Holt

Can't withhold my anger
won't control my rage
My bloodlust will be sated
I'm locked and loaded ready to engage
Kill everything I've always hated
A motherfuking Van Gogh with a gun
About to paint his masterpiece
Blow the world into oblivion
Paint with the blood of the deceased

Sub Chorus:
Fire away
Put your body on diplay
Build myself a tower of decay.
A symphony
Written in human debris
Art and murder true synonymy
No appeal, no "I
got a raw deal", I
don't give a fuck
One thing is clear
I've got a deaf ear
You better shut your mouth and duck
When I get a taste of
laying everone to waste
My hunger won't subside
I won't ever stop till
the last body drops
Let the bullet be my guide

Chorus

The virtue of vice
In my bloody paradise
A portrait of gore
My .44
Magnum
My .44 magnum opus

Solo: Gary

Bodies are the canvas,
ammo the cision
For my greatest work of art
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/epmI'm waging my own inquisition
Tearing everything apart
I'm building a monument to horror
A temple to divine
Remembrance to those I've massacred
Death the grand design

Chorus

The virtue of vice
In my bloody paradise
A portrait of gore
My .44
Magnum
My .44 magnum opus

Solo: Gary

Bodies are the canvas,
ammo the cision
For my greatest work of art
I'm waging my own inquisition
Tearing everything apart
I'm building a monument to horror
A temple to divine
Remembrance to those I've massacred
Death the grand design

Sub Chorus

Chorus

Solo: Lee

People will stare in
disbelief and awe
When they see what I've created
Still life, no life beatiful and raw
The world will be captivated
Never have they seen
something so ambitious
Like nothing done before
A work so terrible and vicious
A masterpiece of gore

Sub Chorus