| Song | Chapter I: Enter Killmore |
| Artist | Cyne |
| Album | Wasteland Volume 1: Killmore |
| 作词 : Michael Gersten/David Newell/Clyde Graham | |
| 作曲 : Michael Gersten/David Newell/Clyde Graham | |
| [Verse: Cise Starr] | |
| Super sickly, scientifically modified | |
| Genetic engineered, test tube fortified | |
| Petri dish kiss, microscope visualized | |
| Computer chip, wish, oh my God, it is alive | |
| Activated on hatred with ruby red eyes | |
| Not necessarily evil, but powered by lies | |
| Deep distracted by lasers, his guns are weaponized | |
| Used to be a nice guy, now he only likes crime | |
| Allowed himself to be offered so maybe he can find | |
| A real person in the whole sea of mankind | |
| That’s kind to his condition and finds | |
| The good in the man so when he speaks his damn mind | |
| Shoots lasers out his mouth, severing the head | |
| Anything and anybody in the path is super dead | |
| Fried to a crisp, vaporized into a wisp | |
| Gone off the face of the earth because they heard him spit | |
| Hotter than a star, sitting in a parked car | |
| In the middle of July, windows up so far | |
| Light amplification stimulating emission | |
| Of radiation teeth noshin through they nation | |
| Jaws from James Bond got nothing on this demi god | |
| Rebel for the right price will fight for any cause | |
| Doesn’t say much, but when he speaks he close it up | |
| Never hear him showing up, but when you see him time is up | |
| But don’t fret, the kill quick and painless | |
| Within one bar you’re already ash nameless | |
| Killmore was a secret agent cold war | |
| Who knew too much, but too skilled to see the lord | |
| Ran his mouth so much, that they fixed it up | |
| Took away his memory and now he’s just a walking gun | |
| Teeth |
| zuò cí : Michael Gersten David Newell Clyde Graham | |
| zuò qǔ : Michael Gersten David Newell Clyde Graham | |
| Verse: Cise Starr | |
| Super sickly, scientifically modified | |
| Genetic engineered, test tube fortified | |
| Petri dish kiss, microscope visualized | |
| Computer chip, wish, oh my God, it is alive | |
| Activated on hatred with ruby red eyes | |
| Not necessarily evil, but powered by lies | |
| Deep distracted by lasers, his guns are weaponized | |
| Used to be a nice guy, now he only likes crime | |
| Allowed himself to be offered so maybe he can find | |
| A real person in the whole sea of mankind | |
| That' s kind to his condition and finds | |
| The good in the man so when he speaks his damn mind | |
| Shoots lasers out his mouth, severing the head | |
| Anything and anybody in the path is super dead | |
| Fried to a crisp, vaporized into a wisp | |
| Gone off the face of the earth because they heard him spit | |
| Hotter than a star, sitting in a parked car | |
| In the middle of July, windows up so far | |
| Light amplification stimulating emission | |
| Of radiation teeth noshin through they nation | |
| Jaws from James Bond got nothing on this demi god | |
| Rebel for the right price will fight for any cause | |
| Doesn' t say much, but when he speaks he close it up | |
| Never hear him showing up, but when you see him time is up | |
| But don' t fret, the kill quick and painless | |
| Within one bar you' re already ash nameless | |
| Killmore was a secret agent cold war | |
| Who knew too much, but too skilled to see the lord | |
| Ran his mouth so much, that they fixed it up | |
| Took away his memory and now he' s just a walking gun | |
| Teeth |