Your brain goes to fly, no chance to escape Picking up my sniper, and sight my target Aimed at your head, taking the precision It’s time to have fun, to kill with no regrets. I smoke a cigarette and look again at the target One last look, before finishing the job I hope sincerely you’ll not forgive me I’m dying inside, but I’ll finish my work. My illness is hate, but who said this is bad It helps me to step on people like you Your eyes carefree, seem not to notice But in just a second, to hell I’ll send. At the point of madness, hatred overflows Making my eyes become sights When you look, It’s too late Satan will meet you, send your soul to the hell. Fake smile in the corner of mouth Is the pleasure of working Killing for fun and win some cash As much as I stand, one day I will fall. Hate consumes me Because it’s just that I come to feel On the day of my death Light a candle for me And wish deeply That I did not go To meet you Again. I stand to look at the people down there Surround yor body as if it were something magical The real magic is in the pleasure of kiling Seeing his brain fly, and her skull shattered. I paint the wall with his blood unholy A message to all, I’m leaving Don’t mess with me cause if I look at you My aim is precise and the next you can be. Hate consumes me Because it’s just that I come to feel On the day of my death Light a candle for me And wish deeply That I did not go To meet you Again.