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Come and see
I stand above your body,
while you're suffecating
in your own blood.
You are screaming to me 'HELP'
but all I did was watch.
I can hear the police sirens
outside,
but they are terrified
of the one who is inside.
We are hidden inside
an old hangar,
where no soul dares to go.
You tried to run away,
but yet I cached up with you,
you weren't able to stand up,
since I chopped off one
of your legs.
Now I can hear the Police,
screaming from the outside
to come out with
hands above my head,
but...
I am not planing to do that,
since I am going to activate
the bomb that I have on me,
as soon as They step inside.
Our love was blind and foolish
since you did not care about our life.
You tried to deny
ever cheating on me.
But yet all you could
do is pray.
But your prayers
were empty.
You have to have a soul
in order to pray,
since you don't have one
you are going to die.
By my hand.
Why am I doing this you dare to ask...
Well that's another story
and I'll tell you
all about it
next time we meet.
Police is trying to get inside,
they knocked down the doors,
and farewell life...
"Boom"
We are no more, but nothing more than lost souls
while you're suffecating
in your own blood.
You are screaming to me 'HELP'
but all I did was watch.
I can hear the police sirens
outside,
but they are terrified
of the one who is inside.
We are hidden inside
an old hangar,
where no soul dares to go.
You tried to run away,
but yet I cached up with you,
you weren't able to stand up,
since I chopped off one
of your legs.
Now I can hear the Police,
screaming from the outside
to come out with
hands above my head,
but...
I am not planing to do that,
since I am going to activate
the bomb that I have on me,
as soon as They step inside.
Our love was blind and foolish
since you did not care about our life.
You tried to deny
ever cheating on me.
But yet all you could
do is pray.
But your prayers
were empty.
You have to have a soul
in order to pray,
since you don't have one
you are going to die.
By my hand.
Why am I doing this you dare to ask...
Well that's another story
and I'll tell you
all about it
next time we meet.
Police is trying to get inside,
they knocked down the doors,
and farewell life...
"Boom"
We are no more, but nothing more than lost souls
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