Lyrics

Silently, I tiptoe in the night, on a mission from God I'm hunting demons, killing heathens, all this goddamn blood is spilling I never know who my next victim is going to be I wait for the angel of death to tell me in my dreams Is this real? How could I kill? Why would I use to do that will? I give you is I give you the eyes Come to you in a form of a blinding light I got you to the place that you would need to find All the tools that you need to take the creatures' lives This is real, I do that will, how will I know which person to kill? [?] [?] their skins, [?] kill, sins and evil, [?] in [?] my hallway [?] Scarface [?]