Graven Image

[Verse 2: Holocaust] Astronauts discover the wreckage of a ship identical to that of their own On an unexplored planet you were shot down by the Holocaust The news system outlandish has become, static and frantic I pick up a shotgun jump up and punch you Shatter the Moon and with a gun blast away the Sun A Shaolin Monk, I'm from the West Coast punk In one of the Alliance's main cities, a fell hunter I'm a Warlock my pet, a skeleton warrior within a psalm? Ghost western, street Vietnam vet, thriller You find yourself in the arms of a killer But what kind of army would linger in such a place? The king from the Vegas ring, chiller, bird killer Spirits of warriors awaken from the dead weapon Miller From ruins of Greek pillars and rise please Wait a moment and try again later the orphan maker The spirit through your abdomen impaler Territory control, we lick off shots for the rifle Schools need priests of the Bible Dressed like a continental solider from 1864 dyer Camp your entire, my rap empire grooves out of your satire And we stand Eiffel, just down the corridor sat tyre The ceiling collapse and cave in, I Catch Fire