The shine fades
When the gun is pointed
Aiming at the innocent
That feeds on a sunny day

The damn finger
Ready to pull the trigger
In thought, a victory
Cruelty as a reward

The bullet comes out the other side
And explodes the insane mind
In a wonderful way
Release the sweet look

Choking and shaking
Breaking the silence
The beautiful, happy and sated
The soulless, unbelieving

Forest in blood
Paint a small flower
The innocent plays in freedom
The cruel rots forgotten