[music: furni 9/98]

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

[pre-Chorus]

Blood everywhere

No survivors

With cruelty

Killing them all

Virtual massacre [x2]

A peaceful burger, riddled with bullets

A football stadium, sprayed with napalm

The underground filled, with lethal gas

A supermarket, blown away

[pre-Chorus]

Blood everywhere

No survivors

With cruelty

Killing them all

Virtual massacre [x2]

Virtual massacre [x2]

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