Last Rites lyrics

Debutante of murder
In the first degree
Master of the slaughter
He`s hungry, can`t you see
Survives by natural instinct
Prowler of the night
Prone to dangerous contact
Ready for a fight
He`s got that killer instinct
Got that killer instinct
That comes right from the heart
Yeah it`s the killer instinct
That tears your mind apart
Seeks the weak and vile
He aids society
You can see there`s no denial
He searches to be free
No rest for the wicked
His work is never done
Where you are, he`ll seek you
So don`t try to run
Fights evil with his evil
Stops violence with his own
But it`s always the law
Who casts the first stone
They all don`t understand him
Vigilante of the streets
And as they all surround him
He dies before their feet
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