Lyrics:

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Our society love murderers, love war, love bloodshed
Love the scene of an accident when someone's dead
We love violence, we can't turn away the Coliseum
Throw them in the arena and watch the lions eath 'em
Music and movies are the mirrors of this madness
_____ the morticians upon the canvas
A beautifully composed symphony of sickness, bear witness
Reality's much worse, predictions of apocalypse
Found in the books of religious architects
Arguments hidden in forbidden documents
Consequence, falling for Columbine anatomy of school shootings
Bloods and Crips of Brooklyn is no longer a new things
Death is certain we all die, whether it's from natural causes or not
Nobody really knows why
But if there's one thing I know, death holds a place
In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face

[Chorus: Mr. Hyde]
Death smiles at murders