My weapon loads my desire Like a snake crawling through the desert, a trail of corpses in my back If the sun decides my course I guide my bullet's destiny Get the fuck out of my way, don't try to fight my rage Calm down, anyway you'll be dead My weapon loads my desire You'll know the taste of fire Yeah your flesh burns higher Behind the bullet you... Sign your own death with blood The trigger waits to hear your prayers Unholster my revolver Bet your entire, Gunpowder will fire Fear has come and points to you, it's just the death game feel it forms Pull out my lover, cartridge turns to iron storm Ten steps determine it: live or die Anyway you'll be dead