Licensed to carry, Licensed to kill. Licensed for weapons. Licensed to thrill. Licensed to arm, aim, and Fire at will.
And obsession lies buried, Concealed in my vein, Like a festering illness, Of incurable strain. To arm, aim, and fire, And blow out your brain.
Possessed with possession, And a soul rotted black, You run, little rabbit, I'll aim at your back. Licensed to carry, Licensed to attack, I'm a cultural monster -
And humanity lack.