The curtain falls, flickering lights
light the ground and reveal the scene
The life is a stage, with vertiginious heights
and death is our final performance
****** requires perfection
It requires the pure lack of feeling
And what is life, what is satisfaction
without the euphoria of killing
Everyone wears a mask
I just chose to create my own
And I will not stop and finish my task
until your body will drop down
Im on the chase,
wont reveal my face
I will finally end your disgrace
The sound of my gun
as proud as an eagles scream
like a whisper of death
and a promise of salvation
leaves fear and terror
wherever it speaks
The gunsmoke evaporates
and this blossom of blood
That the shot created on the ground
this never ending beautiful flood
And the wonderful aspect
of the silenced sound
Killing is art
And madness is just inspiration
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
The curtain falls, flickering lights
light the ground and reveal the scene
The life is a stage, with vertiginious heights
and death is our final performance
****** requires perfection
It requires the pure lack of feeling
And what is life, what is satisfaction
without the euphoria of killing
Everyone wears a mask
I just chose to create my own
And I will not stop and finish my task
until your body will drop down
Im on the chase,
wont reveal my face
I will finally end your disgrace
The sound of my gun
as proud as an eagles scream
like a whisper of death
and a promise of salvation
leaves fear and terror
wherever it speaks
The gunsmoke evaporates
and this blossom of blood
That the shot created on the ground
this never ending beautiful flood
And the wonderful aspect
of the silenced sound
Killing is art
And madness is just inspiration
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