It is funny what man has now become
Afraid and alone frightful and numb
Doomed to follow only one path
Just hold the trigger and fire
Easy when they're evil
No right or wrong
Devil and me
Painted red
Bang
I see
Blood under
My finger nails
I can see their eyes
Hollow and starved hope
Stare back at me from the mirror
Echos of gunshots pound my head
I think I could have done more dead
Because in the end our souls meet with fate