Something's gotta change
Someone needs to die
Gun in my hands, voices in my head
Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat
I'll have no regret planning out your deaths

It sickens me to my core
To think of what you are

Deep breath, let out
Two shells, no sound
Trench coat dropped down
Gun's out, sights found
Where's your God now?

Something's gotta change
Someone needs to die
Gun in my hands, voices in my head
Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat
I'll have no regret planning out your deaths

I must confess, I hate you fucking people
I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble
Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking worthless
Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid
I must confess, I hate you fucking people
I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble
Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking useless
Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid

I am the last thing you will see
Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit
I am the last thing you will know
Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit

Gun smoke, sight's choked
Nine lives, bad joke
One shell, one mouth
Deep breath, let out
I'm your God now

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