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Fly of a butterfly

too young to die

aiming his sin machine

one Demon's eye

Killer of thousand hopes

dreams turn to dust

shadows covered with blood

too late to cry

Suspect of crime is on the run

One bullet was enough

Hidin' around your town

one million guns

ready for the next thrill

lookin' for fun

Criminals write the law

no place to hide

weakness is our strength

their strength's your life.

Lost in the shadows of the night

Trapped in darkness

walkin' the line of fire

targets remain in silence

Freedom is pure desire

this is a world of madness

Call it home./Hold it on.