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Two Hundred Bullets

Country Roads (Over)Filled With People

Now Airstrikes Have Begun

Burning Fields

Crying Dying Children

It`s Time To Let Machine Guns Speak

Give Me Shelter

From The Burning Earth

Flames Are Getting Higher

Sirens Call - Death

Our Perfect World

Is There A Beauty In Death?

I  See The Raptures Of My World

I Take My Gun To Load It

With Two Hundred Bullets

All In One Horrible Scenario

Black Birds Are Flying Low

Messengers Of Danger

And Devastation

Death And Epidemic Will Be Law

Open My Eyes And See The Ghostly Shadows Of War

Following My Mind To Protect My Life Against The Assistants Of Crime

Humiliation Burning Pain Furious Hate

I Had A Suspicion

Beauty Is Only Illusion

Open My Eyes And See The Ghostly Shadows Of War

Following My Mind To Protect My Life Against The Assistants Of Crime