| They keep telling me: «Pull the trigger and kill 'em dead.»
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| Bullets goes in the front and out the back of they head
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| Second shot to the belly, sure to shatter their spine
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| Loading the gun, a vision inside of my mind
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| A coded message under my skin, tellin' me
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| Not to let them live and if I do I’m sure to take their place
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| Even though it’s a sin and turning tainted of kin
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| And if they scream for mercy, shoot 'em in the face
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| Tonight’s the night, they say to do it
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| I better do it quick
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| It’s almost dusk and my heart’s beatin' real fast
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| I keep re-playing in my head
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| How they’re gonna look when I catch them sleeping
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| And they’ll see the flash from the gun blast
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| Up the staircase, slower than I’ve ever walked
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| Time slows down when the tensions heavy
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| And the shotgun slippin' cause my palms' real sweaty
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| And the demon keep asking me:
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| «Are you ready?»
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| I’m not insane then, I suppose
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| And blam the bullet holes
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| And blam the bullet holes
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| And both bodies slumped over
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| The door won’t close, so I pause in amazement and take my repose
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| «Don't stop there, there’s two more alive, I said kill them all and they all
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| must die.»
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| So back up the staircase to make a quick rite
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| To my parent’s room, to kill 'em both on sight |