Well, I just shot a man to death I caught a bullet out of my head It fired back and then it stopped A final shot and a final breath Afraid to stop and afraid to check The smell of fear, the color red Heading for the terrible it self
A lot of blood, a smell of death A lot of blood, a smell of death A lot of blood, a smell of death A lot of blood, a smell of death
Saw my reflection in a spoon I had it with my non-adequate excuse I've got a supermanic soul I pulled the trigger in the locker room I pulled the trigger in the locker room I put a stop to it, that's what i had to do I shot him down in the locker room
Easy to kill! Death! Take this! Easy to kill! Death! Take this! Death!
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