The hand hold the blade Tool that will express the insanity It´s enough to prove the determinism of greed Can make a man feels like a deity
Break the silence The victim´s scream echoes in the wall of the empty room Blades, razors and knives on the grind are mixing with the sheded blood
Madness is not distant of who don´t realize The greed upset the sense The way out is making crimes
The knife on the skin, the body falls in ruddy pain Heinous crime, the instinct dominated the mind And after all this cruel act the murder´s eyes reflects a face of pain and fear
Counted steps All the details calculated One more time he plays Judas And wipe out a life, for a pay
Trying to escape from the cop hidded clues and closed doors Even could flee the police men but not the conscience Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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