The twitch of a finger
Can pull back my trigger
And shape a pair of lifeless eyes.
My sorrow's pang
Goes off with a bang,
And I watch as another dies.
The hands that hold me
Are the ones that control me
And use me against my will.
But they don't give a damn,
I am what I am.
I only live
To kill.
Can pull back my trigger
And shape a pair of lifeless eyes.
My sorrow's pang
Goes off with a bang,
And I watch as another dies.
The hands that hold me
Are the ones that control me
And use me against my will.
But they don't give a damn,
I am what I am.
I only live
To kill.




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