bad news hit me
like a bomb by the enemy.
all I want is vengeance
even if it means the end of me.
I'll do it for my descendants
plus my pride won't let it slide
for my father's honor
there's nowhere you can hide.
fear me secret bomber
for I await our dance
a symphony of answers
where death strikes at first chance.
I won't hide by any standards
i'll keep it blunt if I might.
blunt as the pipe you attacked with that night.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
bad news hit me
like a bomb by the enemy.
all I want is vengeance
even if it means the end of me.
I'll do it for my descendants
plus my pride won't let it slide
for my father's honor
there's nowhere you can hide.
fear me secret bomber
for I await our dance
a symphony of answers
where death strikes at first chance.
I won't hide by any standards
i'll keep it blunt if I might.
blunt as the pipe you attacked with that night.
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