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A loaded gun right at your face

You pray to god for his grace

But seeing what a slime you are

He pulls the trigger from afar

The switch is thrown the pain is felt

A shocking jolt of death

Ten thousand volts sent to your mind

By the millisecond express

Society's at large no one can see

We're the real murderers

And we still run free

A loaded gun right at your face

You pray to got for his grace

But seeing what a slime you are

He pulls the trigger from afar

Society's at large no one can see

We're the real murderers

And we still run free

Pain - ripping through my mind

Life - running out of time

Blood - not a pretty sight

Death - calls for you this night