Blood stains the walls The color of my work Bodies filling every crevasse in the space I’m forced to lurk Red A glowing crimson mass Symbolize the self-release achieved with plasma on my hands
Blue is the face of fear A look of uncertainty when one is forced to gasp for air Pain Brought forth to those with faults Any soul with imperfections shall fall prey to my assault Green Financial gain is not my quest Take their lives and leave my mark on everything they own in jest Die Give me reason to live Wasting precious oxygen is something I cannot forgiveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
