Point blank made when it’s all a fucking game.
Easy to talk, when you’re all the fucking same.
Making sense, proving me
Spineless sheep, you’ve been lying through your teeth.
End of days, you’ve lost your grace.
I play god, better slow your fucking pace.
It’s all a fucking game, and you’re never the same.
But your reasons are the fucking same
Deaths so sweet, so inhumane
No sleep but I still remain
Suffer the purest pain. Regret’s the purest pain