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