Dave Mustaine

You're a massacre winking at metal

Hang out with pamphlets becoming lethal

Now there's no buyer they need the holy

And hear the shymphony into their cuffins

You can go faster when you lack of breath

Unit of measure for a sudden death

You're the scar I love to presume of

You can trust in me, we'll be meeting

In your darkest starving I did eat in

Beyond the witchcraft there is a big hole

I'd rather to find out that I was ripped off

I have carved in you with my every fret

Unit of measure for a sudden death

You're the scar I love to presume of

Sweating after fire I feel the coldness

May the speakers say "I will leave no mess"

I am a soul twister, you are invited

And if you kill me young I'd be delighted

Luckily the game has run out of health

Unit of measure for a sudden death

You're the scar I love to presume of

Madlame