Pure

In a cold, dark night I fear if I'll ever see the sunlight rise again
Where the hate will erase all delight
Where despair is ascending
Tonight mercy will pass by, tonight I'll die, nowhere to hide
I grab my Kalashnikov, I grab my Balaclava
I load the magazine and fill whiskey in my jar
I walk into the crowd and I'm starting to feel cold
Never really appreciated my Aripiprazol
So pure, my bullets shed through all the ignorant hearts
I'll kill in the name of my inner demons
Their blood will mark my name in eternity
A mangy death shall be their destiny
My guts start to hurt while I start to lurk
Got my gasoline with me
My mind's like a curse
No priest in the world can now unconvince me
I hold the AK ready, the magazine's nearly empty
People are running, now there are nearly twenty
They're trying to escape, I'll murder, I'll rape
Fuck your lies, fuck your Christ
I'll only leave with filthy, bloody shapes
So pure
So pure