I have a gun.
Someone'sdead.
Did I kill them for fun?
Or was it defence?
I think I know them.
They look like me.
I feel the joy of ripping them limb from limb.
I know I killed my innocence
I hear the alarm.
I have committed hard.
I run to the corner.
And run for the water.
I see a boat.
I get in and paddle.
It's at a float.
Till they fire at the water.
It starts to sink.
I swim for my life.
I grab my gun and their dead with a blink.
There's the feeling again.
I kill more and more.
The color of blood fascinates me.
What do I kill for?
The pleasure of my angered soul.
Someone'sdead.
Did I kill them for fun?
Or was it defence?
I think I know them.
They look like me.
I feel the joy of ripping them limb from limb.
I know I killed my innocence
I hear the alarm.
I have committed hard.
I run to the corner.
And run for the water.
I see a boat.
I get in and paddle.
It's at a float.
Till they fire at the water.
It starts to sink.
I swim for my life.
I grab my gun and their dead with a blink.
There's the feeling again.
I kill more and more.
The color of blood fascinates me.
What do I kill for?
The pleasure of my angered soul.
