Cross hairs locked onto the target* Bolt-action sniper rifle Picks off victims at 900 meters They scatter, I splatter Humans onto the concrete Like a spreading disease The parasites disgust me I must exterminate the human race! Random civilians drop in a hail of Gunfire, men, women and children Are all potential targets Ecstasy increases with every fatality High velocity projectiles fire from my PS90 Ten 30-round magazines are gone in minutes, humans littered Throughout the street like the empty shells, I switch over to the Remington Super Magnum, Lined up, execution-style killings Brain matter splattered Cranial discharge leaks from cadavers I then stroll through the sea of bodies With a 12-gauge in my hand I detect a young innocent humanoid playing dead I stick the barrel in the back of her head She pleads and begs yet I remain emotionless I cock the gauge, pull the trigger then repeat The crimson carnage of the mass homicide makes me feel complete