[Music: D. Blomqvist, F. Estby. Lyrics: M. K„rki.] I put the 9mm glock to your head and gently squeese the trigger blowing out your [fucking] brains on the wall in all kind of crazy figures So what are you gonna do now you piece of shit (you're such a ???) how (fucking) stupid can a man be you've should have known better Weaving my world from the cord of your soul as i slowly fuck the bullet exit hole through the funeral mist I drag you to my temple dead yet so alive living in my dreams Nothing brings me greater joy than the memory of when I wiped that smile from your lips the look of horror in your eyes as I pulled out a gun and pointed it at your [fucking] face
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