Point

Track 11: Point

LYRICS

High velocity bullet at close range
Can damage the mind
Shattering the skull, shredding the brain
Severing the spine

Bury a round of lead in the chest
It's quite an impression
Imagine the innards of your soul
The infliction

Instinctive regression
With intent to kill
No regard of human life
Or the blood spilled

Riddled convulsions
Confetti of flesh
Scattered helplessly
Losing your control of physical facilities

Release the slide to cleanse inside
Prepare to anoint
Snap the tongue in the groove discharge
To make my hallowed point

Instinctive regression
With intent to kill
No regard of human life
Or the blood spilled

Power of a gun
Used with conviction
Dispersed on excursions
Randomly kills its victims

My sweet revenge
Bitter in depression
The thrilling release
Of a hatred deep persuasion

Power of a gun
Used with conviction
Diffused compulsions
Unending repercussions

Violent emotion
Screaming revolution
Spasmic convulsions
Death an empty gun

Songwriter(s): Araya, Tom; Hanneman, Jeff; King, Kerry
Please visit http://www.slayer.net/au for lyrics.

Reviews for this Track

Wrong lyric, I guess the title was confusing (?) Good closer on a pretty lackluster album by Slayer standards.

"I think the church and the religion right now have a lot more to be worried about than Slayer." ~ KK

fuckin amazing song from an awesome album