I stand before you with anger on my face, the hurt you caused foremost in my thoughts
all that we have shared in joy flashes through my mind, then I slowly realize you're not my type or kind
you swagger around masquerading with grace, hurting the innocent populace
I hope they realize the hurt you caused them, I wish they had done what i'm about to do
I stand before you with anger in my stance, the aner you have caused in me
is something that I fear, for when you turned your back on me my destiny was clear
to rid the world of scum like you, it's my passion, it's what I do
I stand before you with anger on my mind, to stop your evil and bring some safety
your reign must be ended by me, I lift my hand with the knife in place
then mercilessly move forward and thrust it in your face, I watch your life flow out of you
into your hands, all over the place
As I stand before you with anger on my face...