Testo Not A Lovesong

I believe in the thrill of the hunt My venes´re infected by the smell of my gun To sweat to swallow to kill to strike Is my therapy to protect my rights I´ll be with you don´t have a choice I watch you sleeping hear your voice Your raging against my mind But I´m the knot in your lifeline This is not a lovesong Call me facist spoil my ground I´m the first and last to be around I kiss your lips for twenty pounds And when You explode I will be the sound I´m the acid air you´ve gotta breathe I kill your family as soon as you leave I´m the dirty floor on which you sleep And my sense of purity is endless deep