For the cause, my trial, my judgement, my retribution
A new machine leaving all behind
Mercy will only complicate
Fill the space inside, shoot to kill the wounded
The calloused tongue
My aim is precise, armed with my own failures
The cost of being you
Brace yourself like a man
You fail to qualify, it's only personal, just being
A new machine, a new machine
My aim is precise, my retribution