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I'm in a place

Where some are sent to end their lives

At the bottom of a deep, morbid river

I look around me

And see stacked cold bodies

That don't give me any answer

My eyes preach

The end of each of my aggressors

I feel a that a dark end awaits me

Because a bullet

Marked my destiny

Where my name lays

Carved on it's mark

And I playd for my actions

Tragic ending

Of the sadistic creator of the dead

In the name of fear, fright is lost

My bloody hands today are finally cleaned

In the life of a sick murderer

All feeling is dead

Death is his horrific prayer

Killing for money

Murdering for pleasure

Making dead ones

Because of a bullet...