A generation of instinctual assassins   A lifetime of human deviations   In a place of confidence and adulation      A world you now realize, has deceived your every thought   You listen in detail, the prevalant screams   Emanating through the vacant halls!!!      You sense the tranquillizing   Feelings of accomplishment   Yet this personal ritual means death      In the eyes of those that have manipulated our very minds!   Reprisal is instinct a form of survival   Placing their darkness in veil      As death comes life fades   Where bullets fade soak in   Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time      You're doubting your own convictions   Skepticism greets your fading thoughts   As you are thrown into an unmarked grave      On the verge of your passing   Feeling the damp cold soil penetrate your   Bleeding wounds blanket your      Crippled, cramping body   As you discern your killers   You realize your certain mockery      Of honor demands death   Reprisal is instinct a form of survival   Placing their darkness in veil      As death comes life fades   Where bullets fade soak in   Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time      You're doubting... your own convictions