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 
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 

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