The pain it's hot!burning my flesh my skin wet with my
life.
My shirt drenched with that crimson red my body aches from
the hot lead,stumbling on the sidewalk pistol hanging
dangling from my hand.
Pictures flash before my eyes,so this is what it's like
before i die.
I don't see no light, wonder if there's a after life i hear
these demons singing hands reaching at my soul,i pop a few
shots off before i stop breathing and go cold,damn it's
dark,ifeel cold I'm looking up seeing a heartless world.
My soul driven to madness,I fear the worst being dead really
hurts, how long will they mourn me,do even care that im
sleeping in the dirt?
Force to realize the truth, my life was taken before birth
snatched up before i could develope wings.
All this chaos,tossing an turning in my grave I DREAM BUT
IT'S TO LATE, FELL VICTOM TO THE MADNESS OF MAN!
What lie deep is hate, heart so cold that i can feel his
stare it penitrate these bare walls, I'm aware even though
I'm dead I feel his touch cold flesh that leave me numb.