Music My Weapon

I don’t fight with guns
With swords, with knives
With arrows or with darts
I fight with the mind
In a way that you wouldn’t believe

My guitar is my weapon
For the music I play becomes real
The riff of Raining Blood becomes the call
For blood to rain from the sky
And drown my enemies in a hallucination
So real they truly die of brain death

The Skull Beneath The Skin becomes a sentence
For the binding of them
Their eyes permanently shut
Their ears blocked off
And their jaw wired shut
Just like Vic Rattlehead himself

The riffs and vocals dictate
The very sentence and its intensity
That the oppose shall face
When I play it out
Though it may be an illusion
It will seem to real for the mind to resist

For I am of the magical breed
But I don’t use wands or hats
I use my voice and my guitar
And the music I create
For music is my weapon
And nothing is stronger

Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666