Facing the certain death, you stand before me
you can see your fear, in my eyes as
I took my weapon and aim it to your head
this is the moment (that) I've been waiting for

Horror fills your mind, you say your prayers
no one will hear your prayers,neither does "he" care
your fear blurs your eyes, you wont see anything
this time you wont escape, i set you free


your lives are so fragile
i hold them in my hands
no survival stories
can be written now

Now bend down to die, as I load my weapon
this press will end it all, I pull my finger and shoot
you fall to the ground and still twitch in pain
soon your spirit of life is just a memory

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