[Music and Lyrics: Gary Holt]



Can't withhold my anger won't control my rage

My bloodlust will be sated

I'm locked and loaded ready to engage

Kill everything I've always hated

A motherfuking Van Gogh with a gun

About to paint his masterpiece

Blow the world into oblivion

Paint with the blood of the deceased



[Sub Chorus:]

Fire away

Put your body on diplay

Build myself a tower of decay.

A symphony

Written in human debris

Art and murder true synonymy

No appeal, no "I got a raw deal", I don't give a fuck

One thing is clear I've got a deaf ear

You better shut your mouth and duck

When I get a taste of laying everone to waste

My hunger won't subside

I won't ever stop till the last body drops

Let the bullet be my guide



[Chorus]



The virtue of vice

In my bloody paradise

A portrait of gore

My .44

Magnum

My .44 magnum opus



[Solo: Gary]



Bodies are the canvas, ammo the cision

For my greatest work of art

I'm waging my own inquisition

Tearing everything apart

I'm building a monument to horror

A temple to divine

Remembrance to those I've massacred

Death the grand design



[Chorus]



The virtue of vice

In my bloody paradise

A portrait of gore

My .44

Magnum

My .44 magnum opus



[Solo: Gary]



Bodies are the canvas, ammo the cision

For my greatest work of art

I'm waging my own inquisition

Tearing everything apart

I'm building a monument to horror

A temple to divine

Remembrance to those I've massacred

Death the grand design



[Sub Chorus]



[Chorus]



[Solo: Lee]



People will stare in disbelief and awe

When they see what I've created

Still life, no life beatiful and raw

The world will be captivated

Never have they seen something so ambitious

Like nothing done before

A work so terrible and vicious

A masterpiece of gore



[Sub Chorus]