Kill

A sleepy town in the lower east
A dirty truck drives down the street
The guys in there just wanna have fun
Drink their beer and load their gun

They stop by a lonely house
Break in, don't make a sound

And then they kill
In cold emotion

A bigger town in a southern state
A boy arrives at the market-place
Hides in the attic with a firearm
He's there on purpose, no-one's alarmed

He peeks through the window
Just like on the night shows

And then they kill
In cold emotion
He's got the skill
But no emotion

Some years ago in our area
Clockwork orange was on at cinema
Some boys inspired by this man
Who killed and raped without a plan

He acted cool, he was so wild
They wanted to be just like this guy

And then they kill
In cold emotion
They want the skill
Of cold emotion

One symptom of our societies
Mass media replace reality
Movies, TV, magazines
They create our horror dreams

Violence is glorified
Rambos are idolized

Just as a kill
In cold emotion
Just as the thrill
Of cold emotion