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I’m standing still, holding a gun,
Waiting for a good moment
Come, come to me, can’t you feel
I will make my judgment

Shoot the man, I don’t feel
Fear and remorse
Smell of my gun and your blood
Are my new life sources

You, all you here, made me mad
You don’t care about it
Thoughts in my brain like a pain
And I have to stop this

Cry off a fear, call for a help
And try to hide
You’re on my point, no doubt
You will not survive

I’m standing still, holding a gun,
Watching on your bodies
There is no return, I’m alone
The police are coming

End of the game, hundreds of men
I’m sure they’ll find me
Time, time to shoot, my last shot
And pain is subsiding

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