With
Terminal
Intensity
A
child
was
born
into
this
world
/
With
great
emotion
he
was
loved
/
The
evil
seed
slept
in
his
body
/
Spreading
its
roots
before
the
glory
/
The
hell
was
risen
when
he
was
twelve
/
The
squeeze
of
the
trigger
was
a
move
he
did
well
/
So
he
killed
his
parents
kille