[Music: D. Blomqvist, F. Estby. Lyrics: M. Krki.]
I put the 9mm glock to your head
and gently squeese the
trigger
blowing out your [f*****g] brains
on the wall in all kind of crazy figures
So what are you gonna do now
you piece
of s**t
(you're such a ???)
how (f*****g) stupid can a man be
you've should have known better
Weaving my world
from the
cord of your soul
as i slowly f**k
the bullet exit hole
through the funeral mist
I drag you to my temple
dead yet so
alive
living in my dreams
Nothing brings me greater joy
than the memory of when I
wiped that smile from your lips
the
look of horror in your eyes
as I pulled out a gun
and pointed it at your [f*****g] face
