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End of all my misery, a life I lived in pain
I'm suffering my consience, my patience was in vain
Death is my destiny I was born to die
Killed for money and for fun when they catch me
I will frie
Now I'm getting paranoia, I'm scared I'll have no rest
When I'll be in my grave eternally I will rest
They say I'm schizofrenic, I think I'm chased by a nun
I'm still homocidal and always on the run
They jump on my like hungry beats
I took too many lives, court I won't survive
They say I'm an evil seed
They won't fall for my life in the end I will frie
They can't take my last breath
Because I will take a shortcut to death
Suicide's and alternative put a gun to my head
So hard to pull the trigger this is what I dread
My life now passes by my last words I just spoke
Like a witch put a spell on me a spell that can't be broke
Dripping blood and splattered guts that's what is left of me
A homocidal maniac but at last I'm free
The clock keeps ticking I see it's running late
Soon I will be caught can't seem to face my fat
Now I haunt your sleep I'm part of your nightmare
Soon I will be around and then you'll get your share
I'm suffering my consience, my patience was in vain
Death is my destiny I was born to die
Killed for money and for fun when they catch me
I will frie
Now I'm getting paranoia, I'm scared I'll have no rest
When I'll be in my grave eternally I will rest
They say I'm schizofrenic, I think I'm chased by a nun
I'm still homocidal and always on the run
They jump on my like hungry beats
I took too many lives, court I won't survive
They say I'm an evil seed
They won't fall for my life in the end I will frie
They can't take my last breath
Because I will take a shortcut to death
Suicide's and alternative put a gun to my head
So hard to pull the trigger this is what I dread
My life now passes by my last words I just spoke
Like a witch put a spell on me a spell that can't be broke
Dripping blood and splattered guts that's what is left of me
A homocidal maniac but at last I'm free
The clock keeps ticking I see it's running late
Soon I will be caught can't seem to face my fat
Now I haunt your sleep I'm part of your nightmare
Soon I will be around and then you'll get your share
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