ANKH TV

This track represents one of the most aggressive and unflinching moments on Dying for the World, embracing speed, precision, and raw hostility as its primary weapons. From the opening riffs onward, the music projects urgency and threat, evoking a mechanized form of violence that feels calculated rather than chaotic.

The guitar work is sharp and relentless, locking tightly with a driving rhythm section that pushes the song forward without pause. There is little space for melody to soften the impact; instead, the arrangement prioritizes momentum and pressure, creating an atmosphere of cold efficiency that mirrors its thematic focus. The production remains dry and direct, reinforcing the sense of realism rather than theatrical exaggeration.

The song confronts the psychology of those who execute violence without hesitation or remorse. The narrative strips away ideology and justification, presenting killers as products of systems that reward obedience and detachment. Blackie Lawless delivers the vocals with stern authority, avoiding dramatics in favor of a tone that feels accusatory and disturbingly composed.

Within the album’s broader framework, this track functions as a sonic embodiment of dehumanization. It contrasts sharply with the more reflective moments on Dying for the World, yet strengthens the album’s overarching critique of warfare, power, and moral erosion. The result is a piece that is as unsettling as it is forceful, reinforcing W.A.S.P.’s commitment to heavy metal with substance.

W.A.S.P. Stone Cold Killers

Think about the sorrow you brought
Think of all the horror you made
Lying to a world that you wrought
Dying for the world, oh that you made

Johnny get your guns
You’ll need all of those prophets you pray
Oh yeah Johnny get your guns
I’ve come to kill the god that you made

I’m gonna murder superman
Murder superman
Stone cold killer’s what I am
Your widowmaking ones come
You can’t hide
I’m gonna murder superman
Murder superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah here I come
You’re gonna die

What’d you get for the souls that you bought
The bloody dead in the trades
Don’t never blame the souls that you lost
Upon the whores of Babylon that you laid

[Repeat bridge]
[Repeat chorus]

Your lying messiah you know isn’t real
How will you die for the one that you kneel
Better get your guns
I’m gonna kill your god
My God will kill your god

Album: Dying for the World