The Death


You sit on your knees in front of him
And you feel ashamed
Now it's time to face your past mistakes –
The gun is in his hands
It's barrel's aiming at you now,
You got nowhere to go
Nowhere is the rescue now

Your mind runs riot
The blood stumbles in your
Vains, and you got no
Way to return
There's no return now
And nowhere to hide
You feel him

The death is running out, screaming out, laughing out
Of your head – it's time to leave
Leave a family right behind as they are

Now you're lying there in the emergency hall
The medics around you
All you can hear is silence and the voice of your wife
She's crying over you!
Some last kisses and wishes, but he lays the dishes
It's time for delicious

I'm the executioner from above
I'm the squeamish judge of hate and love
You feel me coming when it's already too late
I am

The death is running out, screaming out, laughing out
Of your head – it's time to leave
Leave a family right behind as they are







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