Innocent Blood

You pick up a gun, you slaughter,
Someone’s son, someone’s daughter.
With fun you kill,
On the sight of blood you gain a thrill.
How can you do what you do?
Look at how many you slew.
Look into the eyes of the persons you caused dead.
They are the ones who cause their families to be fed.
Their blood is on your hand.
When judgement comes, God will be coming with their demand.
For their parents children are crying,
Now their tears someone other than family will be drying.
But you will pay,
And big you will pay someday.
Retribution is in the air!
So you better fear.
For all those that you rob,
Start begging, you gonna sob.
For the evils that you do,
Watch your back, for they are coming back to you.