Suffice to Prevent - Toxocara

I see his face in the back of my mind

He’s the only one there and not hard to find

I see his cold dead eyes staring out at me

Burning my memory, reminding me

I shot a man, killed him stone cold dead

I put two bullets inside of his head

I piled up his body, in a neat stack

Then called the number, into the big shack

I feel the cold hand of death on my shoulder

I feel myself getting bolder and bolder

He’s like my new father, he’s comforting me

Death said his son, like every father should

His voice whispered calm, and strong as he stood

Look into his eyes, deep down inside him

Holding him in place, gripping trembling limbs

You’ve got a lot to kill to catch up to me

So, get busy, son, get on our killing spree

I took his words and made them my own

My hands aren’t stained, no blood anywhere

There’s just (the) smell of death in the air

This is my future in this war

This is what I’m here for

To kill more and more!

Not like before!

Kill more and more!

Not like before!

Not now.

Not ever!

Not like before, kill more and more!

I took his words and made them my own

With my first dead man seeds had been sown

My hands aren’t stained, no blood anywhere

There’s just (the) smell of death in the air

This is my future in this war

This is what I’m here for!