Lyrics: Extrema. The Positive Pressure (Of Injustice). This Toy.

Well, the time has come to tell you a story
About me and "my toy", bloody and gore
About my frustation and rage

I was tossing and turning,
My life was so boring
And so I started to "play"

Destroy, This Toy
Destroy

You have no future
I'm here to kill you
You're screaming in pain
Drives me insane
Remains of your corpses
Under my bed
A strange collection
Kept them in a bag

As I walk alone, up and down and around
Choosing victims, never to be found
Realized the monster is coming

Plotting and scheming
Cutting and draining
The life out of you

Destroy, This Toy
Destroy

You have no future
I'm here to kill you
You're screaming in pain
Drives me insane
Remains of your corpse(s)
Under my bed
A strange collection
Kept them in a bag

BRIDGE (GTR SOLO)

You know I'm just (a) Psichopath
Living in a world - apart
Killing is my only solution
Lurking inside my brain
You know I'm just a psychopath

You have no future
I'm here to kill you
You're screaming in pain
Drives me insane
Remains of your corpse(s)
Under my bed
A strange collection
Kept them in a bag

Destroy, This Toy
Destroy