Got its colouration from the sins;
The sins I do and the atrocities you do;
Mysteriously upon me - just me...

My red heart scarring CRIMSON still;
There's no torch shining to search for you;
I now drop you as you've stopped struggling;
In the dark night I find myself laughing.....

I went away after I'd finished my job-task;
There's no heart beating for you any more;
You called this upon thyself & now sleep...

There's no gun issuer alive now anywhere;
I'm not a mad guy so I don't live a nomad's life;
You did succeed in rending my sinner's life;
Into a meaningless transporter's life.....