The Coldest Survive - Malevolent Creation

Pain and suffering fall on the mortal world

The life you’re given is your living hell

Brought up on tumultuous times

Accumulation of this the killing crime

Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack

Casket encases, bodies stack

Kill for the stature of this game

Yearn to kill or learn to die lame

Drugs or money, not always the main cause

It’s how many lives snuffed outside of the law

To not take a life is your life lost

Load in the rounds, take a victim down

Claiming his ground

Never doubt your gun, just get the deed done

Claim your trophy in blood

For drugs or for war, or the lust of the sport

Attention to the poor

GUNPLAY!

Spray of the shot, lead lands hot

Ending the game on the coroner’s cot

Taking of lives, ignoring the cries

Only the coldest survive!

Fear of a world turned dark with despair

Any way out other than violence is all too rare

Only way to win is take the other one out first

The unbridled violence is this modern day curse

WAR — ZONE!

Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack

Casket encases, bodies stack

Kill for the stature of this game

Yearn to kill or learn to die lame

Spray of the shot, lead lands hot

Ending the game on the coroner’s cot

Taking of lives, ignoring the cries

Only the coldest SURVIVE!