I am an artist
My gun is my brush
painting the walls with your blood and no one is ever going to know.
Im silence hiding in plain site, a gun strapped to my side
I’m on the hunt for my target.
I know who you are as well all the lies you hide behind those doors.
You’re just a sad little paranoid man who will do anything to stay on his throne.
But I never wanted you dead...its just my Job.
you will never see me till its too late so its time to meet your, silent fate.
While most people Dream about perfection Im wide awake.
With a pistol in my hand, a blood soaked shirt
I break down those doors that held those secrets that killed more than me.
I speak a voiceless language
these are my words.
so listen up.  
hear the the cold lead strike
the darkness takes hold.
lying broken, cold I place rose petals on your eyes.
From the father who is just a man now.
All because of you.