Santa Sangre - Assassination By Remote Control Songtexte

Programmed in my head are intentions set to kill.
A machine set to destroy at their own will.
Electronic signals instruct my next move.
Like a messenger of Death, my hands are cold.
Locked away, my thoughts are elsewhere.

While deadly information feeds my mind.
Secret Orders for a perfect murder.
Sent by the wrath of the invisible hand.
Standing high on a building top, I get ready to kill some more.