Control

He wants
He wants control
He wants
He wants control
He wants a gun
He wants control
He wants a mark
He wants to own
He thinks it's his
He's not so

Born in the belly of the beast in the shadow of death
His prey is a force unlike the rest
Keep a couple of stakes strapped to his chest
And a bullet of silver round his neck
He's a killing machine, but not so fast
He thinks he's fine, but he'll never last
I'm a whole different type of monster
I'm a whole different type of killer
I will slit your neck in slumber
I will run your dreams asunder
I will devour your hunger

I will show up to your house in the middle of the night
With a bottle of clear, a glock forty-five
And several of friends to laugh while you cry
And eat your soul as soon as you die
I'm a whole different type of monster
I'm a whole different type of killer
I Will slit your neck in slumber
I Will run your dreams asunder
I was made to sate this hunger

Is this how to treat your daughter?
Apples don't fall far from father

Abandoned by everything
The only gifts she's left to bring
Are ones that take something in return
The only path to walk
I fear is the one that has brought
The darkest nights that I have ever known
Abandoned by everything
The only gifts she's left to bring
Are ones that take something in return
The only path to walk
I fear is the one that has brought
The darkest nights that I have ever known

I wish that life for me
was comfortable and never mean
But war is in my blood
And with my soul
I wish that life for me
was comfortable and never mean
But war is in my blood
And with my soul