A perverse mind, with no remorse Frustrated boy, sexually repressed Confined into, his somber bedroom With a computer, and tons of games Sheer violence, an obsession Potential murder, fake misanthrope Annihilation, of human race A fantasy, through the games [Pre-chorus] Blood everywhere No survivors With cruelty Killing them all Virtual massacre [x2] A peaceful burger, riddled with bullets A football stadium, sprayed with napalm The underground filled, with lethal gas A supermarket, blown away [Pre-chorus] Blood everywhere No survivors With cruelty Killing them all Virtual massacre [x2] Virtual massacre [x2] Nobody knows, his identity No need to worry, it is not real A virtual game, but after all He's got his hands, full of red blood