I’m standing on my knees, waiting for police I’ve shot down with my guns about 20 people They would ask me why, why I did this crime I want to see them die without reasons
Chorus: If I had a gun everyone would die Screaming, shouting, bleeding, crying Creeping, crawling, praying, dying
I want to see them bleed without any need I’m just like the saint, who gives redemption When bullets hit the aim feeling no complain For me it’s still the same as satisfaction
I will be sent to jail and I’ll be burned in hell But nothing changes my mind or my reaction Maybe I was wrong but feelings were too strong Demons made me do all those destructions