Where’s the fucking god
When I kill
Where’s the fuckin god
When I decide who’s next to die today?
I’ve got a run, I kill, am I god?
Or only his tool?
I pull the trigger again
Who really cares what the war about?
Fuck it! Kill them all!
They shoot at me, they’re my enemies
The rest is only an excuse
People die? Who cares!
They’re just pawns created to higher reason
their death won’t change the world
But someone will win the war
Blood mixes with sand
Red strains remain on snow
They will soon disappear
And I will kill another freaks
Shoot! Kill!
Finish off if necessary
With no order, with no reason
Just for fun
Sell Out
To shine in the firmament
It tempts so much
Prospect of being a star
Blinds you
You give your soul
Defect your sensibility
Wipe out any traces of humanity
The joy of life fades with the fall
Of worship for you
The will of being the idol
Destroy you
Love for unlimited power
The will to enter masses’ minds
Self-satisfaction through existence
Calms your consciousness
And misunderstood power
Star in the blue sky
You will never shine equally for all
You won’t exist in mind of many
It’s only your sick desire
There’s no rescue for the sick
The soul’s rotten to the core
There’s no cure for your imagination
You’re just “sentenced to success”
Sold out for your own request
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