proof your accuracy bullet by bullet
here, who shoots better wins
the building stills burning, down thousands of corpses
put the gun on my nape and proof your guts
tell me what’s wrong, I can’t stand up
i only could found parts of your letters
Kicking the corpses like the autumn leaves
you’ll never found my footprints, because i never was there
take advantage, be skillful
falling down on the floor when the smoke fill your lungs
falling in agony next to me, i’ll enjoy the show, relax…