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Murder, another DB foundCovered with bloodBody nailed to the groundMurder, in the first degreeDied on his kneesOn every charge I am quiltyThe bullets are mineCrying, dying victim cryingTears are falling from the eyeA witness to my parricideMother, raped beyond beliefHer head decorates the wallOn every charge I am quiltyThe bullets are mineLying in the garden of stoneAwaiting the endThe river runs red, screams of painReleased by victims of my bullet rainKill, killing is my drugMy gun is my godYou will suffer my slug
Murder, another DB foundCovered with bloodBody nailed to the groundMurder, in the first degreeDied on his kneesOn every charge I am quiltyThe bullets are mineCrying, dying victim cryingTears are falling from the eyeA witness to my parricideMother, raped beyond beliefHer head decorates the wallOn every charge I am quiltyThe bullets are mineLying in the garden of stoneAwaiting the endThe river runs red, screams of painReleased by victims of my bullet rainKill, killing is my drugMy gun is my godYou will suffer my slug