press
so i close my eyes, forever one more time
embrace the child inside the serenity deprived
plagued by the poison a remedy is clinched
slowly drawn within, hesitating to begin
so i hold it to my skin press the hate that lies within breeding masochistic sin
standing still inside i run, thoughts imitate a loaded gun pointed at the wicked one
look into the flesh and smile, leaving it there to bleed a while
filtering the things inside weeding out the things that hide
struggling to grasp the final consequence
the appeal thats failed on the flesh you see my sentence
but before i die inside, forever one last time to let the terror there subside
roaming in the shadow of the victims at my side, ive seen them fall around me
ive heard all their screams inside,
calling for the remedy the thoughts inside the gun
calling for the execution of who they call the wicked one
so i hold it to my skin press the hate that lies within
breeding masochistic sin
standing still inside i run thoughts imitate a loaded gun
pointed at the wicked one
so i close my eyes, forever one last time
embrace the child inside, the serenity deprived
plagued by poison the remedy is clinched, slowly drawing in,
hesitating to begin the end
ill hold it to my skin, press the hate that burns within fueling masochistic sins
standing still inside i run, squeezed, the thoughts unload the gun
we dont need you wicked one
