Virtual Massacre

A perverse mind, with no remorse
Frustrated boy, sexually repressed
Confined into, his somber bedroom
With a computer, and tons of games
Sheer violence, an obsession
Potential murder, fake misanthrope
Annihilation, of human race
A fantasy, through the games
Blood everywhere
No survivors
With cruelty
Killing them all
Virtual massacre
A peaceful burger, riddled with bullets
A football stadium, sprayed with napalm
The underground filled, with lethal gas
A supermarket, blown away
Blood everywhere
No survivors
With cruelty
Killing them all
Virtual massacre
Virtual massacre
Nobody knows, his identity
No need to worry, it is not real
A virtual game, but after all
He’s got his hands, full of red blood