Bullets, a taste of death on innocent bodies
Voices begging for mercy on the most evil souls
Their laughter over the cries of many hunts me in my slumber
As blood flows like an endless river in a cold night of November
Too much of a massacre with your abuse of power
Adrenaline rushes thru your rotten veins and greedy heart
Simple preparation for lucifer’s party to start
Your conscience if there’s any, may it slowly tear you apart
Guns and slaps for a mother, son and friend
While sipping life away have you thought of your children?
What you did, what you happily did, will someday come back
Justice, like a sleeping volcano, will someday wake up
You’ve forgotten one fact that someone’s watching above
They call you lord, but you’re no match to God, whose eyes are set on you
There’s nowhere to run, and absolutely definitely completely, nothing to save you.
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