A Bullet For Their Thoughts*

groove metal, thrash metal, alternative metal, some slow but powerful chunky parts

V5.5

(Verse 1)
They crawl through the dark with a hunger so vile,
Twisted minds spinning webs of defilement and guile.
Picturing bodies too young, too small, too afraid,
While stroking their sickness in the hell that they’ve made.
Rapists with smiles hiding rot in their veins,
Child molesters grooming through innocent games.
Their thoughts are a cancer, a sewer of shame,
Demented and dripping with innocent pain.
(Chorus)
A bullet for their thoughts, straight through the skull,
End the depravity, make the evil fall.
No therapy, no mercy, no second chance lies—
Just cold steel justice for the sick in their eyes.
A bullet for their thoughts, let the blood run red,
For every rape, every touch, every tear that they shed.
Predators, monsters, the lowest of scum,
A bullet for their thoughts—justice done.
(Verse 2)
They fantasize power while breaking the pure,
Raping the trust that a child once held sure.
In their heads it’s a playground of torture and lust,
Bodies too fragile turned to nothing but dust.
The rapist replays it, the scream and the fight,
The molester whispers “our secret tonight.”
Their brains are abominations, diseased to the core,
Deserving extinction, nothing less, nothing more.
(Chorus)
A bullet for their thoughts, straight through the skull,
End the depravity, make the evil fall.
No therapy, no mercy, no second chance lies—
Just cold steel justice for the sick in their eyes.
A bullet for their thoughts, let the blood run red,
For every rape, every touch, every tear that they shed.
Predators, monsters, the lowest of scum,
A bullet for their thoughts—justice done.
(Bridge)
Lock them away and the thoughts still remain,
Breeding more horror behind bars in their brain.
One pull of the trigger could silence the rot,
Erase the infection that humanity’s fought.
No forgiveness for devils who hunt what they break,
The world’s better off when their kind meet their fate.
(Final Chorus – heavier, slower)
A bullet for their thoughts… yeah, a bullet for the vile,
For the sick and demented who walk with a smile.
For the rapists, the groomers, the predators all,
A bullet for their thoughts—watch the guilty ones fall.
(Outro)
No redemption arc. No soft-hearted plea.
Their thoughts are a plague.
Let the bullets set us free.
This track is brutal and direct—no sugarcoating the depravity, no fake sympathy. Pure condemnation and raw call for final justice.

2382/7500

(Verse 1) They crawl through the dark with a hunger so vile, Twisted minds spinning webs of defilement and guile. Picturing bodies too young, too small, too afraid, While stroking their sickness in the hell that they’ve made. Rapists with smiles hiding rot in their veins, Child molesters grooming through innocent games. Their thoughts are a cancer, a sewer of shame, Demented and dripping with innocent pain. (Chorus) A bullet for their thoughts, straight through the skull, End the depravity, make the evil fall. No therapy, no mercy, no second chance lies— Just cold steel justice for the sick in their eyes. A bullet for their thoughts, let the blood run red, For every rape, every touch, every tear that they shed. Predators, monsters, the lowest of scum, A bullet for their thoughts—justice done. (Verse 2) They fantasize power while breaking the pure, Raping the trust that a child once held sure. In their heads it’s a playground of torture and lust, Bodies too fragile turned to nothing but dust. The rapist replays it, the scream and the fight, The molester whispers “our secret tonight.” Their brains are abominations, diseased to the core, Deserving extinction, nothing less, nothing more. (Chorus) A bullet for their thoughts, straight through the skull, End the depravity, make the evil fall. No therapy, no mercy, no second chance lies— Just cold steel justice for the sick in their eyes. A bullet for their thoughts, let the blood run red, For every rape, every touch, every tear that they shed. Predators, monsters, the lowest of scum, A bullet for their thoughts—justice done. (Bridge) Lock them away and the thoughts still remain, Breeding more horror behind bars in their brain. One pull of the trigger could silence the rot, Erase the infection that humanity’s fought. No forgiveness for devils who hunt what they break, The world’s better off when their kind meet their fate. (Final Chorus – heavier, slower) A bullet for their thoughts… yeah, a bullet for the vile, For the sick and demented who walk with a smile. For the rapists, the groomers, the predators all, A bullet for their thoughts—watch the guilty ones fall. (Outro) No redemption arc. No soft-hearted plea. Their thoughts are a plague. Let the bullets set us free. This track is brutal and direct—no sugarcoating the depravity, no fake sympathy. Pure condemnation and raw call for final justice.

0/500