massacre!

Well, I’ve got a fever
A non-believer
I’m in a state of grace
I’m gonna seize the day
Well, call of the banshee
The infidels are gonna pay
Well, call the assassin
A spasm of love and hate
For what will divide us?
The righteous and the meek
Well, call of the wild
Death to the girl at the end of the serenade
Vendetta, sweet vendetta
This fire and the desire
I am a killjoy
I drink from a well of rage
I feed off the weakness with all my love
Death to the lover that you were dreaming of
This is a stand off
A Molotov cocktail
You thought I was a write off
You better think again
Call the peacemaker
I'm gonna send you back to the place where it all began