Tekster: Dismember. Misanthropic. Afterimage.

Given a gun, become God for a day
On my way to carry all out
Take on, blowing the bitterness away
Contribute my share of grief

From being trapped in life
Become a prisoner's death
If there was something else worth dying for
I'd give myself

A promise of blood in the air
Blow it up, burn it down, for all I care

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Bring on the ultimate human hunt
Rid the world of filth
Killing time of my life
Drowning in self created guilt

Revenge is not a deadly sin
It's an obligated call
There is no regretting, there is no doubt
Religion is nothing, betrayal is law

Faith slipping, essence of crime
Rule the rest of my borrowed time

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In the age of an overkill
Bridges burning fast
Can't clench the fire
Of a fury so vast

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