Two Hundred Bullets
Country Roads (Over)Filled With People
Now Airstrikes Have Begun
Burning Fields
Crying Dying
Children
Its 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