KTKWTKS Songtext
von American Anymen

Can you guess the real name
Be your never-ending, identity erasing
You have no talent for anything
So you decided on violence to get fame

Six dashes on a line
Six guesses out of time
A real-life living hangman
Game we are playing
And if you can′t explain away
Your actions on that ugly day
We'll put a plastic bag over your face
And hang you up from a street crane

Filming your killing, broadcast you′re last
Moments on the planet, to use as a deterrent
As a message to the people
Who loves guns more than people
It'll be an honor, to beat you to death like a pinnate


Kill the killer with the kill stick
How many people, get the chance to get away
How many people, get to view the world from space
Would it make a difference, if unhealthy self interest
Mixed with a fetish, for weapons and attention

Automatic biographic, elimination name and addresses
All the power you imagined
You'd get from acting
Never came to fruition
Because of your position
As the faceless man, subjected to public castration

The shooter we are shooting
With the camera rolling
This will be your, media only
Your name we′ll never mention
Your face always covered
We′ll beat you to death
Like a fucking pinnate

There is nothing less interesting than
The image of a man with a gun
There is nothing less interesting than
An image of an American, With a gun
With a gun, with a gun


Kill the killer with the kill stick
You want to take a special place
In history with special ease
Don't wanna′ work or wanna' wait
Morbid focus on privileged race
Nothing special, but especially
We made a crude stick for killing
Killers of anonymously
In public with brutality

Six dashes on a line
Six guesses out of time
A real life living hangman
Game we are playing
And if you can′t explain away
Your actions on that ugly day
We'll put a plastic bag over your face
And hang you up from a street crane

Filming your killing, broadcast you′re last
Moments on the planet, to use as a deterrent
As a message to the people
Who loves guns more than people
It'll be an honor
To beat you to death like a pinnate