Mentally struct and spiritually fatigued  Ready for a bloody act  Murdered through reality  That first bound my hate  In some nights it ripens  The plan to kill you all  The demand becomes ever growing  At the end the day itself dreams    No words of threat  Did you hear from me  Not a word of warning  I could not grant this grace  For a few dark minutes  I am the angel of death  The last minutes of my life  I am god above murder and blood    Cold swear and blank stares  As you see the work of the gun  Distress, panic irritation  In the moment of fear  Can you see my grin  And feel my satisfaction  As the bullet lacerates your skin  The moment of my release    Not a word of humility  Could hinder your face  Your words are screams  That won't move me  For a few dark minutes  I was the angel of death  The last minutes of my life  I was god above murder and blood    ...how many people I killed  It can never be enough  And you dream now,  Till you some day feel  The time has come...